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It's coming out of your goddamn pocket. Vincent: [to Max] You tell him to stick this cab up his grouphug.us fat ass. Max: I can't do that, that's my boss. Vincent: So? Max: I need my job. Vincent: No, you don't. [after Max grouphug.us crashes the cab] Vincent: Well, that was brilliant... Vincent: Max, six billion people on the planet, you're getting bent out of shape cause of one fat guy. Max: Well, who was he? Vincent: What do you care? Have you ever heard of Rwanda? Max: Yes, I know Rwanda. Vincent: Well, tens of thousands killed before sundown. Nobody's killed people that fast since Nagasaki and Hiroshima. Did you bat an eye, Max? Max: What? Vincent: Did you join Amnesty International, Oxfam, Save the Whales, Greenpeace, or something? No. I off one fat Angelino and you throw a hissy fit. Max: Man, I don't know any Rwandans. Vincent: You don't know the guy in the trunk, either. Traffic Cop #2: Hey, man, what did you do, have a food fight in here? Vincent: Max, I do this for a living!
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