Johnny
Alright, the bitch is gone; drop the act. Where is it?
Johnny
Let's not do this. Seriously, man, I am yae-high on the nose candy right now, and not in the mood for games. Give me the package, and we can both go back to our happy fucking lives.
Ted
That is a very good plan, Johnny; a very, very good plan. You know, you strike me as a real go-getter. Someone who wouldn't try to fuck with me and would instead bring the money, as promised. Am I correct?
Johnny
Of course, man! What kind of idiot—
Johnny
Yes, yes. All of it. Two-hundred KAY; unmarked; just like you asked.
Ted
Well, then I was right not to trust you.
Ted
Because you're an absolute cretin, Johnny. Your mother birthing you was a disservice to your species.
Johnny
What the hell are you talking about? I brought the money, I came on time, I—
Ted
Never. Never bring the entire sum to a dropoff. You always need insurance. Why, I could shoot you right now and walk away with both the package and my money.
Johnny
Bullshit. We're in the middle of a fucking restaurant, and--
Ted
See that? Why'd you have to go and make me do that? Now you have bigger problems than coming to your boss empty-pawed. Why? because you're dead. Because you're dead, Johnny. And that's a pretty big fucking problem.
