Listen to me, you little worm. You tell anybody about where we're hiding here this...

Junior Smalls: [Millard throws a wine bottle at Willie, but Willie dodges. Millard giggles] Listen to me, you little worm. You tell anybody about where we're hiding here this bust-head, you'll wake up to find a dead pooch on your porch. [spits, puts his cigarette in his mouth and shows Willie his wallet] Junior Smalls: See, I've been needing me a new billfold. [takes his cigarette off his mouth] Junior Smalls: I think one made out of genuine dog-hide would be right slick. [Millard imitates a weak dog's moan to tease Willie] Junior Smalls: Now you look like a smart kid. You move so much as one little pinkie before the sun comes up, you better start think good and hard about life without that mutt. Millard: Everybody needs a friend. [laughs and continues teasing Willie] Junior Smalls: [laughs and gets up] Come on. [they walk outside the storeage] Junior Smalls: Think I scared him enough? Millard: I think he peed his pants. Junior Smalls: Gonna have to change those shorts. [Junior and Millard continue laughing]