You wasn't planning on taking the body from us, were you, boys? You get away. We found...

Ace: You wasn't planning on taking the body from us, were you, boys? Chris: You get away. We found him. We got dibs. Ace: [Sarcastically] We better start running, eyeball. They got dibs. Chris: We earned him. You guys came in a car. That's not fair. He's ours. Eyeball: [Mocking Chris] That's not fair. He's ours. Well, not anymore Teddy: The four of us, eyeball. You just make your move.

You wasn't planning on taking the body from us, was you, boys? You get away, man. We found him. We got dibs. We better start running, Eyeball. They got dibs. We earned him, man. You guys came in a car. That's not fair. He's ours. That's not fair. He's ours. Well, not anymore. There are four of us, Eyeball. You just make your move. Oh, we will. Don't you worry. Vern, you little son of a whore. You was under the porch. No. No, I swear it wasn't me. You keyhole-peeping bung. I ought to beat the living shit out of you. You guys have two choices. You either leave quietly and we take the body,