You pulled my pots? Huh? You stealing crab now?

Come on Dunc'!

I've been laying pots for years. Powell's Point was Mark's, but Mark is gone.

Can't lay traps here no more.

Well, I guess taking shit that don't belong to you runs in the family, you know.

You bitch.

You got no license now. You know how things are done around here, Tyler. There's ten crabbing licenses to go around Deer County.

Put them hands on him Dunc'! Get him!

This used to belong to Mark, but now it says Duncan- [Tyler punches Duncan who gut kicks Tyler knocking him to the ground with Ratboy kicking Tyler]

Kick him again, Duncan!

You owe me twenty pots. Touch my gear again, I shit you not, I'll bash your skull in with a tire iron!

You hear that?! You can't fish, and you sure as shit can't fight! You're still doing accounting! [Kicks sand in Tyler's face and walks away]