- Tony: This guy's pointin' a gun at me. Hey you, be nice and put the gun away.
- Taras: Tell the fat bastard to shut up!
- Tony: Who you callin' a fat bastard?
- Taras: Shut it!
- Tony: Don't yell at me sonny, I'm jet-lagged.
- Taras: You want to be drop dead? Huh? Think you can keep your fuckin' mouth shut, huh?
- Tony: I think my boys would miss me.
- Taras: They'll survive.
- Tony: No, not them. Them.
- [two dozen thugs with guns come out]
- Tony: They're jet-lagged too.
- [takes his gun away]