Where do you think you're going? You can't come this way. What are you doing to the...

Construction Worker: Where do you think you're going? You can't come this way. Bill Foster: What are you doing to the street? Construction Worker: We're fixing it! What the hell does it look like? Bill Foster: Two days ago, it was fine. You're telling me the street fell apart in two days? Construction Worker: [sarcastically] Well, I guess so. Bill Foster: Pardon me, but that's bullshit. I want to know what's wrong with the street. See, I don't think anything's wrong with the street. I think you're just trying to justify your inflated budgets. Construction Worker: What are you, nuts? Bill Foster: No, I know how it works. If you don't spend the money you have projected this year, they won't give you the same amount next year. Now I want you to admit there's nothing wrong with the street! Construction Worker: Fuck you, pal! Hah? Bill Foster: [pulls up his shirt revealing a pistol tucked under his belt] You're not going to hold us hostage here with these yellow lights and all these big trucks. Construction Worker: Look, I'm just here to keep people from falling in, that's all. Bill Foster: I want to hear it from you. What's wrong with the street? Construction Worker: I don't know, I really don't know. I mean, I think it's a sewer job. Bill Foster: You're lying. What's wrong with the street? Construction Worker: Nothing. Bill Foster: I knew it. See, I knew it was fine. But I'll give you something to fix. [he pulls a rocket launcher out of his bag] Bill Foster: Here!