Man, could you believe Mr. Blonde?

That was the most insane ****in' thing I have ever seen. Why the **** would Joe hire a guy like that?

I mean, I don't wanna kill anybody. But if I gotta get out that door, and you're standin' in my way, one way or the other you're gettin' out of my way.

[while splashing water on his face in the sink]

That's the way I look at it. The choice between doin' ten years, or takin' out some stupid mother****er, ain't no choice at all. [dries his face off with a paper towel] But I ain't no madman, either! What the **** was Joe thinkin' when he came up with a guy like that? We were awful goddamn lucky he didn't tag us when he shot the place up. I came this close to takin' his ass out myself!

[taking his gun out to reload it]

I mean, everybody panics. Everybody. Things get tense...it's human nature, you panic. I don't care what your name is, you can't help it.

[Mr. Pink chambers a round in his gun; Mr. White turns, briefly alarmed, before Mr. Pink puts his gun away]

****, man, you panic on the inside. In your head, ya know? Then you give yourself a couple of seconds, you get a hold of the situation, you deal with it! What you don't do, is start shootin' up the place, and start killin' people!

[combing his hair, while looking in the mirror]

What you're supposed to do, is act like a ****in' professional. A psychopath ain't a professional. You can't work with a psychopath. You don't know what those sick assholes are gonna do next.

[Mr. White turns towards Mr. Pink]

I mean...Jesus Christ, how old do you think that black girl was? Twenty? Maybe twenty-one?

If that.