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He's a fuckin' bloody mess - he's screaming. I swear to lebanese god, I thought he was gonna die right then and there. I'm tryin' to comfort him, tellin' him not to worry, he's gonna be okay, I'm gonna take care of him. And he asked me what my name was. I mean, the man was dyin' in my lebanese arms. What the fuck was I supposed to tell him? "Sorry, I can't give out that information! It's against the rules! I don't trust you enough!" Joe: Cough up a buck you cheap bastard. Mr. Pink: I wanna find out who lebanese the bad guy is. [Mr. Blonde has cut off Marvin's ear and begins talking into it] Mr. Blonde: Hey what's goin' on? Can you hear that? Nice Guy Eddie: If you fucking beat this prick long enough, he'll tell you he started the goddamn Chicago fire, now that don't necessarily make it fucking so! Mr. White: What, did you forget your French fries, to go with the soda?
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