I want to know who blagged Brick-Top's bookies. Do me a favor, Ton! I will do you a favor,...

Bullet Tooth Tony: I want to know who blagged Brick-Top's bookies. Mullet: Do me a favor, Ton! Bullet Tooth Tony: I will do you a favor, Mullet. I'll not get out of this car and bash the living fuck out of you in front of all your girlfriends. [Mullet hunkers down to the car window] Mullet: Got to make it worth my while, mate. Jesus, Tony, you know that... [Tony seizes his tie and rolls up the window, wedging Mullet's head in it] Bullet Tooth Tony: Comfortable, Mullet? It seems sadly ironic that it's that tie that's got you into this pickle. Now you just take all the time you want. [He starts the car forward] Mullet: What the fuck are you doing, Ton? Bullet Tooth Tony: I'm driving down the street with your head stuck in my window. What do you think I'm doing, you pen-ass? Mullet: Slow down, Ton. Bullet Tooth Tony: [sniffs] You been using dogshit for toothpaste, Mullet? Mullet: Slow down, Ton! Slow down, Tony! Bullet Tooth Tony: I don't think I'll slow down. I think I'll speed up. You can play some music if you like. [He turns on the radio; Madonna's "Lucky Star" is playing] Bullet Tooth Tony: Oh, I love this track. Mullet: I think... Bullet Tooth Tony: Yes, Mullet? Mullet: I think it's two black guys, in a pawn shop on Smith street. Bullet Tooth Tony: You better not be telling me porky pies. Mullet: I'm fucking telling you, it's two black guys who work off a pawn shop in fucking Smith Street! Avi: That's very effective, Tony. It's not too subtle, but effective. [Tony accelerates and turns toward Smith Street] Avi: Are we taking him with us? [Tony rolls down the window, releasing Mullet's head and dumping him on the roadside]