[Walt sees Sue being harrassed by three black youths and pulls up]
Monk: What the **** are you looking at, old man? Huh?
Walt: What the hell are you spooks up to?
[The gang react with confusion]
Monk: You better get your ass on, honkey, while I still let you. That's what you better do.
Duke: That's right, bitch.
[Walt gets out the car]
Monk: What the **** you at?
Walt: [approaches and faces them] Ever notices how you come across somebody once in a while that you shouldn't have **** with? [Spits] That's me.
Monk: Man, you ****in' crazy, man. Get outta here, man.
Third youth: Why don't you get your ass up outta here before I kick your ol' wrinkly white ass?
[Walt reaches into his jacket]
Monk: Crazy mother****er, man. What's wrong with him, man?
[Walt draws his finger like a gun]
Monk: What the ****? This mother****er's crazy, man.
Third youth: What's wrong with this ****, man?
Duke: What the hell?
[Walt aims at each of them with his finger]
Walt: [To Sue] Get in the truck.
[Sue tries to comply, but youths stop her]
Monk: This crazy mother****er, man. What's wrong with him, man? [laughs] He put his finger on us.
[Walt reaches into his jacket again and this time draws a real pistol; an M1911. They all jump back in fright]
Monk: [raising his palms] Oh shit. Come on, now. Hey, pops. Come on, now.
Walt: Shut your **** face! You ****in' don't listen, do you? [to Sue] Now get in the truck.
Monk: Go on, get in the truck now. Shit. [lowers his hands]
Trey: Way to go, old man!
Walt: [turns his gun on him] Shut up, pussy. What is all this "bro" shit, anyway? Want to be Super Spade or something? These guys don't want to be your bro, and I don't blame 'em. Now get your ofay Paddy ass on down the road.
[Trey runs off. Walt holsters his gun]
Walt: [To the youths] Take care, now. [Gets in his truck]
Monk: [respectfully] Yeah, you too.
Monk: What the **** are you looking at, old man? Huh?
Walt: What the hell are you spooks up to?
[The gang react with confusion]
Monk: You better get your ass on, honkey, while I still let you. That's what you better do.
Duke: That's right, bitch.
[Walt gets out the car]
Monk: What the **** you at?
Walt: [approaches and faces them] Ever notices how you come across somebody once in a while that you shouldn't have **** with? [Spits] That's me.
Monk: Man, you ****in' crazy, man. Get outta here, man.
Third youth: Why don't you get your ass up outta here before I kick your ol' wrinkly white ass?
[Walt reaches into his jacket]
Monk: Crazy mother****er, man. What's wrong with him, man?
[Walt draws his finger like a gun]
Monk: What the ****? This mother****er's crazy, man.
Third youth: What's wrong with this ****, man?
Duke: What the hell?
[Walt aims at each of them with his finger]
Walt: [To Sue] Get in the truck.
[Sue tries to comply, but youths stop her]
Monk: This crazy mother****er, man. What's wrong with him, man? [laughs] He put his finger on us.
[Walt reaches into his jacket again and this time draws a real pistol; an M1911. They all jump back in fright]
Monk: [raising his palms] Oh shit. Come on, now. Hey, pops. Come on, now.
Walt: Shut your **** face! You ****in' don't listen, do you? [to Sue] Now get in the truck.
Monk: Go on, get in the truck now. Shit. [lowers his hands]
Trey: Way to go, old man!
Walt: [turns his gun on him] Shut up, pussy. What is all this "bro" shit, anyway? Want to be Super Spade or something? These guys don't want to be your bro, and I don't blame 'em. Now get your ofay Paddy ass on down the road.
[Trey runs off. Walt holsters his gun]
Walt: [To the youths] Take care, now. [Gets in his truck]
Monk: [respectfully] Yeah, you too.
[Walt sees Sue being harrassed by three black youths and pulls up]
Monk : What the **** are you looking at, old man? Huh?
Walt : What the hell are you spooks up to?
[The gang react with confusion]
Monk : You better get your ass on, honkey, while I still let you. That's what you better do.
Duke : That's right, bitch.
[Walt gets out the car]
Monk : What the **** you at?
Walt : [approaches and faces them] Ever notices how you come across somebody once in a while that you shouldn't have **** with? [Spits] That's me.
Monk : Man, you ****in' crazy, man. Get outta here, man.
Third youth : Why don't you get your ass up outta here before I kick your ol' wrinkly white ass?
[Walt reaches into his jacket]
Monk : Crazy mother****er, man. What's wrong with him, man?
[Walt draws his finger like a gun]
Monk : What the ****? This mother****er's crazy, man.
Third youth : What's wrong with this ****, man?
Duke : What the hell?
[Walt aims at each of them with his finger]
Walt : [To Sue] Get in the truck.
[Sue tries to comply, but youths stop her]
Monk : This crazy mother****er, man. What's wrong with him, man? [laughs] He put his finger on us.
[Walt reaches into his jacket again and this time draws a real pistol; an M1911. They all jump back in fright]
Monk : [raising his palms] Oh shit. Come on, now. Hey, pops. Come on, now.
Walt : Shut your **** face! You ****in' don't listen, do you? [to Sue] Now get in the truck.
Monk : Go on, get in the truck now. Shit. [lowers his hands]
Trey : Way to go, old man!
Walt : [turns his gun on him] Shut up, pussy. What is all this "bro" shit, anyway? Want to be Super Spade or something? These guys don't want to be your bro, and I don't blame 'em. Now get your ofay Paddy ass on down the road.
[Trey runs off. Walt holsters his gun]
Walt : [To the youths] Take care, now. [Gets in his truck]
Monk : [respectfully] Yeah, you too.
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