Look here, get himy outta here and I'll go smooth things over with Chipeska, Tell him it...

[Willie has just passed out] Gin: Look here, get himy outta here and I'll go smooth things over with Chipeska, Tell him it was food poisoning or something. Marcus: What do you mean, get him outta here? Gin: Take him to the car. Marcus: In case you didn't notice I'm a motherfucking dwarf, so unless you got a forklift handy, maybe you should lend a hand hmm? Gin: That figures. You want all kind of set-asides. Special treatment 'cause you're handicapped. You're all the same. Marcus: Special treatment? I'm 3-foot-fucking-tall you asshole! It's a matter of physics. Draw me a sketch of how I get him to the car, huh? Gin: Bitch, Bitch, Bitch! Marcus: Sketch it up, you fucking moron. Fucking Leonardo da Vinci. Gin: What'd you call me thigh-high? Marcus: I called you a fucking guinea homo from the 15th-fucking-century, you dickhead! Gin: I could stick you up my ass, small fry. Marcus: Yeah? You sure it ain't too sore from last night? Gin: You got some lip on you midget. Marcus: Yeah? Well these lips were on your wife's pussy last night. Why don't you dust that thing off once in a while? Asshole!

Sweet Jews for Jesus! I pissed myself. What the fuck do you think you're doing? You son of a bitch! Hey, come on! Get him out of here. I'll smooth things over with Chipeska. Tell him food poisoning or something. - What do you mean, get him out of here? - Take him to the car. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm a motherfucking dwarf. So unless you got a forklift handy, maybe you should lend a hand. That figures. You want all kinds of set-asides. Special treatment because you're handicapped. You're all the same. Special treatment? I'm 3 foot fucking tall, you asshole! It's a matter of physics. Draw me a sketch of how to get him to the car. Bitch, bitch, bitch. Sketch it up, you fucking moron. Fucking Leonardo da Vinci. What'd you call me? I called you a fucking guinea homo from the 15th fucking century, you dickhead. I could stick you in my ass, small fry. Yeah? You sure it ain't too sore from last night? You got some lip on you, midget. Well, these lips were on your wife's pussy last night. Why don't you dust that thing off once in a while? Asshole! - I pissed my pants. - Oh, shut up! Santa. Santa? What? What are you doing? Nothing. You going to work today? Not really. You just gonna sit there? Yeah. Just let me alone, okay? - Wait a minute. Kid? - Yeah? I want you to take this letter. When the paramedics come to bag Santa up there's gonna be some cops there. I want you to make sure that those cops get that envelope. What is it? It just tells all the bad things that... What the fuck happened to your eye? Fucking little prick! You like to give little kids black eyes?