Travis
How's everything in the pimp business? Huh?
Sport
Don't I know you?
Travis
No, do I know you?
Sport
Get out of here. Come on, get lost.
Travis
Do I know you? How's Iris? You know Iris.
Sport
No, I don't know nobody named Iris. Iris. Come on. Get out of here man.
Travis
You don't know anybody by the name of Iris?
Sport
I don't know nobody named Iris.
Travis
No?
Sport
Hey - go back to your ****in' tribe before you get hurt, huh man. Do me a favor, I don't want no trouble huh? OK?
Travis
You got a gun?
Sport
[He throws his lit cigarette at Travis' chest, causing sparks to fly, and then kicks him]
Get the **** out of here man! Get out of here.
Travis
Suck on this. [shoots him in the belly]
