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Warren: You like to hurt people, huh? Like Max? Like Kate? Like me? Huh? Feel this, motherfucker!

Nathan: Get off me... Please... Please, stop!

Max: He's down! Hey... come on...

Nathan: Stop... sorry...

Chloe: Yes, we have to go! Who's the bitch now?

Max: Chloe.

 

Frank: Oh, look... The Wonder Twins. You should have come alone.

Chloe: She's my _(1)_ .

Frank: Yeah, or bodyguard. So let's get to business. Where's my fucking money?

Chloe: I--I don't have the money... yet.

Frank: Oh, really... then why did you text me that you did?

Chloe: Because I wanted to tell you in person.

Frank: Oh, I'm truly touched, Chloe. Now why are you losers really here?

Chloe: We just want to ask you some questions.

Frank: You have some serious ladyballs. No. Jesus, okay, okay. But I'm not getting you high.

Max: Frank, we're not here to get high.

Frank: No, you don't look like the type. Not like Chloe here. So what do you Hardy Boys want?

Max: Just the names of some of your _(2)_ ...

Frank: Oh, is that all? Well, why didn't you just tell me? How about I just give you the keys to my RV while I'm at it?

Max: You don't get it, man. This is for a good cause.

Frank: No, "man," I do not get it... especially from a weirdo like you. You know, I hate the way you talk to me, like you... like you know more than I do.

Max: No, I'm not, I--

Frank: Christ, I hate you Blackwell shits. You expect everything for free. You're not getting any handouts from me. I work for a living, you understand?

Chloe: Yes, Frank. Without those Blackwell shits as customers, you wouldn't have any work at all. Dude, you're a drug dealer!

Frank: You snobby whores! Don't come into my home and judge me! That's why I go to church! And you want something from me? How about a blade up the ass, huh?

Max: Calm down, Frank. Let's just talk...

Frank: Don't you ever tell me what to do. Get it, bitch? Get it?

Chloe: Step the fuck back, now!

Max: Oh my God!

Frank: Gosh! You... you actually shot me. _____(3)_____ . Ow, this fucking hurts... it hurts!

Max: Chloe, you shot him...

Chloe: I know.

Frank: You're both fucking crazy! What do you want?

Max: We--we just want the code for your account book.

Chloe: Now!

Frank: Fine, whatever, just put the goddamn gun down! You already shot me, all right? There. Now leave me alone, all right? Just get out of my life.

Max: Do you want us to call an ambulance? Or...

Frank: No, thanks... You know what, I'll manage somehow without the police.

Max: Oh, right.

Chloe: Let's bounce.