Wait, wait, wait. Look Nick, Slevin, Clark Kent, whatever the **** your name is. The Virgin Mary herself could come waltzin' in here right now with her fine ass titties hangin' out and everything and if she told me your name was Jesus Christ, I still got to take you to see the Boss. You know why?

No.

Orders. And you do know what orders is right?

I think I understand the concept of-

Orders is "Orders" (but is said in an Ebonics for to really say all there is "Or-der-is".

I guess no one ever taught you not to use the word you're defining in the definition.

[Elvis punches him]

Say somethin' else. I will break your mother**** nose. I ain't playin' with you.

My nose is already broken.
[flash cut to Slevin in a car with a freshly bloodied nose]