Molting

Sid: Oh my God! If it ain't the karate king. What's the matter? Let me guess, let me guess, let me guess: you're low on funds. Sorry, kid, no bailouts. This ain't Wall Street.

[Johnny slides an envelope across the table to Sid]

Sid: What's that? What are you, a mailman?

Johnny Lawrence: It's your money.

[Sid opens the envelope to find a large stack of hundred dollar bills]

Sid: Good God Almighty...

Johnny Lawrence: It's all there.

Sid: [smirks] What do you want me to do? Leave it here on the table 'till you come back next week?

Johnny Lawrence: I won't be back.

Sid: Of course you'll be back! You need my money!

Johnny Lawrence: I never needed your money. It's just the only thing you had to give.

[Sid's smirk fades]

Johnny Lawrence: Goodbye, Sid.