Bullet Tooth Tony:
So, you are obviously the big dick and the men on the side of ya are your balls. There are two types of balls: there are big brave balls, and there are little mincey *** got balls.
Vinny:
These are your last words, so make them a prayer.
Bullet Tooth Tony:
Now, dick s have drive, and clarity of vision, but they are not clever. They smell ***** and they want a piece of the action. And, you thought you smelled some good ol' *****. And, have brought your two little mincey *** got balls along for a good ol' time. But, you've got your parties muddled up. There's no ***** here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you are having second thoughts. You're shrinking . . . and your two little balls are shrinking with ya. And, the fact that you've got "replica" written down the side of your guns. And, the fact that I've got "Desert Eagle point 5 0" written on the side of mine, should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now . . . fu** off.
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Brick Top Polford:
If I throw a dog a bone, I don't want to know if it tastes good or not. You stop me again whilst I'm walking and I'll cut your fu**ing Jacob's off.