You know, he would've kept coming back, that's what he would've done. People like this,...

Bob:You know he's had some trouble, Marv. Yeah. Like, about 10 years ago, man, he had... He had a problem with the cards.Eric Deeds:Yeah. I didn't know that, Bob.Bob:But he was more of a loan shark back then. And I remember this kid... he was into him for a shitload of money. Hopeless case when it came to the dogs and B-ball. Just degenerate, really. Kind of kid who'd never be able to pay back what he owed.Eric Deeds:It's 1:57, all right?Bob:And then the kid goes to A.C. and he hits up a slot machine for 22 grand. Bam. Who'd have thunk it? It was, like, a fraction more than what he owed Marv.Eric Deeds:Yeah, so? He didn't pay him back and you roughed him up.Bob:No, no. That's not what happened. He paid back Marv, every cent. He was a good guy.Eric Deeds:It's 1:58, all right?Bob:What he didn't account for was Marv skimming off his own stash. Because of his habits and his gambling debts. And this kid coming out of the blue with 22 grand was a- what'd he say? "A viable business opportunity." That's my cousin Marv. So long as nobody knew that he'd paid Marv back off, you know? You see where this is going?Eric Deeds:Yeah, kid had to be ripped off.Bob:No. Kid had to be killed. So nobody'd know he'd paid Marv back off. So that's what we did.Eric Deeds:So you...Bob:Yeah.Eric Deeds:...killed him.Bob:Yeah, I did. I shot him in the face, twice.Then I wrapped his head in a towel and stabbed him in the heart so he would bleed out, put him in my bathtub and watched him drain. Then I put him in an oil tank with laundry detergent and lye and sealed it back up. Want to know what his name was?Eric Deeds:It's 2:00, Bob. It's 2:00.Bob:His name.Eric Deeds:I would not know, Bob.Bob:Yes, you do. This is something you know.Eric Deeds:I wouldn't know that, Bob.Bob:Guess.Eric Deeds:Yeah?Bob:Yeah.Eric Deeds:I know it's 2:00, and you got to open the safe!Bob:Listen to me. His name... was Richie Whelan. Everybody called him Glory Days?Bob:I killed Richie Whelan, all right?Bob:Sure you did.Bob:Fucking punk. Go out for dinner dressed like you're still in your living room. You wear those big hippity-hoppity clown shoes. You speak to women terribly. You treat them despicably. You hurt harmless dogs that can't defend themselves. I'm tired of you, man. I'm tired of you. You embarrass me.Bob:You know, he would've kept coming back, that's what he would've done. People like this, they take something from you and you let them... and they just act like they keep coming back. And you still owe them something and they never, never change. You can never change their mind