Have you lost your fuckin' mind? Joe, you're making a terrible mistake. I'm not gonna let...

[Joe pulls out his gun and aims it at Mr. Orange; in response, Mr. White pulls out his gun and aims it Joe; Eddie pulls out his gun and aims it at Mr. White] Nice Guy Eddie: Have you lost your fuckin' mind? Mr. White: Joe, you're making a terrible mistake. I'm not gonna let you make it. Mr. Pink: Come on, guys! Nobody wants this! We're supposed to be fucking professionals! Nice Guy Eddie: Larry, look. It's been quite a long time. A lot of jobs. There's no need for this, man. Lets just put our guns down, and lets settle this with a fuckin' conversation. Mr. White: [ignores Eddie, his gaze is fixed on Joe] Joe, if you kill that man, you die next. I repeat: If you kill that man, you die next. Nice Guy Eddie: Larry, we have been friends, and you respect my dad, and I respect you, but I will put fucking bullets right through your heart. You put that fuckin' gun down, now. Mr. White: Goddamn you, Joe. Don't make me do this. Nice Guy Eddie: [angrily] LARRY, STOP POINTING THAT FUCKIN' GUN AT MY DAD! [Joe shoots Mr. Orange; Mr. White shoots and kills Joe; Eddie shoots Mr. White; Mr. White quickly shoots and kills Eddie, then collapses near Mr. Orange, both of them are injured but still alive]

Have you lost your fuckin' mind? Joe, you're making a terrible mistake. I'm not gonna let you make it. Come on, guys. Nobody wants this. We're supposed to be fuckin' professionals. Larry, look, it's been quite a long time. A lot of jobs. There's no need for this, man. Let's just put our guns down... and let's settle this with a fuckin' conversation. Joe, if you kill that man, you die next. Repeat: if you kill that man, you die next. Larry, we have been friends... and you respect my dad and I respect you, but I will put fuckin' bullets through your heart. You put that fuckin' gun down now! God damn you, Joe... don't make me do this. Larry, stop pointin' that fuckin' gun at my dad!