[Blonde doesn't answer] Mr. charlize theron violet

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[Blonde doesn't answer] Mr. Pink: Come on! Look, Brown's dead and Orange got it in the belly... Mr. White: ENOUGH! Enough! You better start talking asshole! Because we got shit we need to talk about! We're already freaked out. We need you acting freaky like we need a fuckin' bag on our hip! violet Mr. Blonde: Okay, let's talk. Mr. Blonde: Guess what, I violet think I'm parked in the red-zone! Mr. Pink: For all I know, you're the rat. Mr. White: For all I know you're the fucking rat! Mr. Pink: All right, now you're using your fucking head! Joe: With the exception of Eddie and myself, whom you already know, we're going to be using aliases on this job. Under no circumstances do I want any one of you to relate to each other by your Christian names, and I don't want any talk about yourself personally. That includes where you been, your wife's name, where you might've done time, or maybe a bank you robbed in St.
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