Scott

Did- did you happen to get a chance to take a look at the, uh...
Tattoo parlor owner Yeah, I looked at your book. I mean, I drew like that, too, when I was 14. From what I saw, you don't really have the basics, so you got to figure that out.

Scott

Well, yeah, that's why I'm here. I mean, I was hoping I can learn from you.

Right, well, um, you'd be my apprentice. Uh, you'll be a slave to the shop.

Scott

Hey, man. As long as I get to tattoo people, right?

No. Never. Until I say. Uh, you'll be sterilizing needles, washing my car, taking the trash out. I mean, you're basically our bitch.

Scott

So, how much will I be, like, making here?

Dick.

Scott

Dick.

Okay, well... It's a long line of people who want this job, man.

Scott

How do I, like, pay my rent?

That one right there is not my problem. It's your first day, you're already complaining.

Scott

It's kind of weird, huh?

Yeah, let's not do this. You should take a walk. Pussy.

Scott

All right.

Well, could I ask you a question? If I did work here?

Why is he still here?

Scott

Let's say some idiot walks in, right? And he wants to get a tattoo of a Confederate flag wrapped around the Grim Reaper. You could tell that guy to go **** himself, right? 'Cause that's a ridiculous tattoo to ask for.

It's not my place to judge people, man. I don't do that.

Scott

Well, what if another guy walked in and he wanted to get a tattoo of his dead friend James on his chest, right? But you know James, and you don't want to give him the tattoo, 'cause you know James and he's an asshole and that the world's better off without him. What do you do then?

You have a death wish?

Scott

No, I don't have a death wish. But that lady on the motorcycle does. She's not even wearing any underwear. She's gonna burn her pussy.

Do you want to do this?! You really want to **** do this?!

Scott

I don't want to do anything with you. I just want to know who killed James. Was it the Confederate flag man? Was it the motorcycle lady? [Client lunges at Scott who runs away]