I understand you played a game of pool with Lisa for $200, which she won. I'm here to...

Vinny Gambini: I understand you played a game of pool with Lisa for $200, which she won. I'm here to collect. J.T.: How 'bout if I just kick your ass? Vinny Gambini: Oh, a counter-offer. That's what we lawyers - I'm a lawyer - we lawyers call that a counter-offer. This is a tough decision here. Get my ass kicked or collect $200. Let me think... I could use a good ass-kickin', I'll be very honest with you... nah, I think I'll just go with the two hundred. J.T.: Over my dead body. Vinny Gambini: You like to renegotiate as you go along, don't you? Well, here's my counter-offer... Do I have to kill you? What if I were just to kick the ever-loving shit out of you? J.T.: In your dreams. Vinny Gambini: Oh, no, no... in reality. If I was to kick the shit out of you, do I get the money? J.T.: [in disbelief] You kick the shit out of me. Vinny Gambini: Yeah. J.T.: Yeah. You get the money. Vinny Gambini: So, here are my options. Option A: I get my ass kicked, or Option B: I kick your ass and collect the 200. I think I'm gonna go with Option B: Kickin' your ass and collecting $200. [Takes off his jacket] J.T.: We're gonna fight now? Vinny Gambini: Yeah. But first, show me the money. J.T.: I have it. Vinny Gambini: You have it, then show it to me. J.T.: [pause] I can get it. Vinny Gambini: You can get it? Okay, get it. Then we'll fight. [Takes his jacket from Lisa]

I believe you and Lisa played a game of pool for $200, which she won. I'm here to collect. - How about if I just kick your ass? - Oh, a counteroffer? That's what we lawyers - I'm a lawyer - we lawyers call that a "counteroffer". Let me see. This is a tough decision. Get my ass kicked or collect $200? Hm. What do you think? I could use a good ass kicking, I'll be very honest with you. - Nah, I think I'll just go with the 200. - (laughter) Over my dead body. You like to renegotiate as you go along, huh? OK, then. Here's my counteroffer. Do I have to kill you? What if I was just to kick the everlovin' shit outta you? - In your dreams. - No, no, no. In reality. If I was to kick the shit outta you, do I get the money? - If you kicked the shit outta me? - Yeah. Yeah, then you get the money. - What happened? Rear-ended? - No, I fell. Oh. OK. Let's see if we agree on the terms. The choice now is I get my ass kicked... ... or, option B, I kick your ass and collect the 200. I'm going with option B. Kicking your ass and collecting $200. (laughter) - Are we gonna fight now? - Yeah. First, let me see the money. - I have the money. - All right. Let me see it. Show it to me. - I can get it. - You can get it? All right. Get it. And then we'll fight. You fell in your place or somebody else's? - My place. - Shit. He blew the arraignment! It's a simple procedure. You heard the judge. All he had to do was say "guilty" or "not guilty". So? What are you saying? What am I saying? You saw what happened in there. You wanna stay with him after that? Shit, Stan. I don't wanna fire him. He's family. And my mother, the way her health is right now... I appreciate that. But should you die for that? Wouldn't your mother be more upset if you die? The thing is, given the chance, I think he could do a good job. - No, you're wrong. - Come on, fellas, knock it off. Let's go. Stan, listen. You have to see the Gambinis in action. These people, they love to argue. I mean, they live to argue. My parents argue, too - that doesn't make them lawyers. Stan, I've seen your parents argue. Trust me, they're amateurs.