You're... you're crazy, man. I like you, but you're crazy

Peppers:

She's a beauty, ain't she? Frank:
Yeah, what kind of gun is this? Peppers:
It's a tranquilizer gun. If any of these little fuckers decide to freak out on the kids, I get to take them down. Ain't that right? [yank's on the mule's reigns] Peppers:
Oh, what? That's what I thought. Shut up. Frank:
[Frank cocks the gun] Peppers:
Hey, hey. Careful with that. That's the most powerful tranq gun on the market. Got her in Mexico. Frank:
Cool. Peppers:
Yeah, it is cool. They say it can puncture the skin of a rhino from... [Frank shoots himself in the neck with the dart] Peppers:
YES! That's awesome! Frank:
What? Peppers:
You just took one in the jugular, man. Frank:
What? I did. [feeling his neck] Peppers:
YES! Frank:
Oh, my God. Is this bad? Is this bad? Peppers:
You better pull that shit out, man. That shit is not cool. Frank:
Wait. What? Pull what out? Peppers:
You got a fucking dart in your neck, man. Frank:
[laughing]
You're... you're crazy, man. I like you, but you're crazy