Jigsaw
[Towards Loony Bin Jim's cruel asylum orderly as they break Loony Bin Jim out.]
I'll take care of this guy.
LB Loony Bin Jim
Oh no, brother. Fatso's mine!
Jigsaw
Of course.
LB Loony Bin Jim
[Loony Bin Jim slowly walks towards the orderly as the orderly stares in fear.]
I'm gonna get my applesauce back. Did you know...kindeys and applesauce are a delicacy in Sweden? Did you know that? Yes. Yummy yummy yummy in my tummy tummy tummy.
P Pittsy
[Loony Bin Jim pins the orderley to the ground behind a desk as we hear tearing and gushing sounds with Loony Bin Jim growling insane and the orderly groans in pain] [holds a bottle of pills]
What do you say, boss? Stuff might come in handy.
Jigsaw
What for?
P Pittsy
Well, uh... in case he starts, you know, not feeling so good.
Jigsaw
[Loony Bin Jim tears the man's kidney out and starts eating it]
He's doing just great.
Jigsaw
Welcome, welcome, welcome.
Angela Donatelli
Please. Help us!
LB Loony Bin Jim
Shut the **** up!
Jigsaw
Come on, Castle. Don't be shy. Throw down your gun.
LB Loony Bin Jim
[Castle tosses the gun away]
Die, you bastard!
Jigsaw
No! James, that's no way to punish the Punisher.
Jigsaw
[Jigsaw picks up the gun, examines the remaining rounds, and shoots Frank]
Oh, ho ho! Nice shooter! [walks up to Micro, shooting Frank two more times] Catch! [throws him the gun] Let's play a game! What do you say? You got one round left in there. You shoot one of these two, I'll let the other one go free. What do you say, Frank? Who's it to be? You fat friend right here, or that nice little piece of jailbait over there?
FC Frank Castle
Burn in hell.
Jigsaw
Okay. Then they both die. [moves to shoot Micro]
M Micro
Frank! She's a kid. Shoot me.
Jigsaw
[Frank aims his gun at Micro, but lowers it]
Okay, **** it. Kill her first.
Angela Donatelli
No!
Jigsaw
He's made a decision. [to Micro] Not lookin' too good for you, fatso.
Jigsaw
[Frank aims his gun at Micro]
After three, Castle. One... two...
FC Frank Castle
You won't feel a thing, Micro.
Jigsaw
Three.
[Frank shoots Loony Bin Jim]
Jigsaw
[After he and his goons break into the Donatelli home]
Evening, Mrs. Donatelli. Or, will you be calling yourself "Miss" from now on?
Angela Donatelli
What do you want from us?
Jigsaw
I'm looking for my money, which your rat of a husband stole from me!
Angela Donatelli
But we don't have it, I swear to god!
Jigsaw
[To Grace]
How about you, sweet-cheeks? Would you also like to swear on an imaginary friend?
