Ponytail tells fat boy, Drive the fuck off, get us out of here. He keeps the window down, still death-staring, You mine, motherfucker, wait and see, at Mickie.

The scene was a rich one.

Never did thy Beautie[…]so enflame my sense With ardor to enjoy thee.

Then why did you handcuff him? / He was using vulgar language. / But why did you put those things on his wrists? / I couldn't put them on his mouth. / What did he do then? / He tried to run. / And what did you do? / I broke his jaw for him. / Why did you break his jaw? / Well, I couldn't break his leg, could I?