Walken
Now tell me, where's my diamond?
Darryl
I already told you, I don't have it.
Walken
You don't tell me where my diamond is, that cute little baby of yours is gonna get hurt. [Bruno falls down the stairs, screaming] Moron, get the kid! Get the kid. I want him.
Roscoe
Ah, there you are! Come on, buddy. Come to Uncle Roscoe. Uh-uh. Okay, now, play nicey-nicey. [Calvin whacks Roscoe with a golf club, and Roscoe falls down the stairs and breaks his shades]
