We are security guards

Craig Jones:
[beaten up Moly walks in Barbeque restaurant]
Daaaamn! Day-Day:
[imitating Moly]
Someone call 9-1-1 Mr. Jones:
Moly... you got knocked the fuck out! Moly:
Oh, good observation, buddy. [looks to Craig and Day-Day] Moly:
Where were you buddies, huh? Craig Jones:
We was on our lunch break. Day-Day:
Trying to get something to eat, so we can secure this nasty-ass lot. Moly:
Good, good, good... you were eating while I was getting beating. Day-Day:
Looks like somebody beat the bricks off your motherfucking ass. Moly:
You are supposed to be a security guard, buddy, no? Day-Day:
[pretending to be olivious]
We are security, ain't that a bitch? Craig Jones:
We are security guards