"First, take a big step back... and literally, FUCK YOUR OWN FACE! I don't know what kind of pan-pacific bullshit power play you're trying to pull here, but Asia Jack is my territory. So whatever you're thinking, you'd better think again! Otherwise I'm gonna have to head down there and I will rain down an un-Godly fucking firestorm upon you! You're gonna have to call the fucking United Nations and get a fucking binding resolution to keep me from fucking destroying you. I'm talking about a scorched earth, motherfucker! I will massacre you! I WILL FUCK YOU UP!" - Les Grossman, Tropic Thunder
"Who are you talking to right now? Who is it you think you see? Do you
know how much I make a year? I mean, even if I told you, you wouldn't
believe it. Do you know what would happen if I suddenly decided to stop
going into work? A business big enough that it could be listed on the
NASDAQ goes belly up. Disappears! It ceases to exist without me. No, you
clearly don't know who you're talking to, so let me clue you in. I am
not in danger, Skyler. I am the danger. A guy opens his door and gets
shot and you think that of me? No. I am the one who knocks!" - Walter White, Breaking Bad
"Well, there's this passage I've got memorized that sort of fits this
occasion. Ezekiel 25:17. The path of the righteous man is beset on all
sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of the evil men.
Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and goodwill, shepherds the
weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's
keeper, and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon
thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison
and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I
lay my vengeance upon thee!" - Jules, Pulp Fiction
Bullet Tooth Tony: So, you are obviously the big
dick. The men on the side of ya are your balls. Now there are two types
of balls. There are big brave balls, and there are little mincey faggot
Vinny: These are your last words, so make them a prayer.
Bullet Tooth Tony: Now, dicks have drive and clarity
of vision, but they are not clever. They smell pussy and they want a
piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good old pussy,
and have brought your two little mincey faggot balls along for a good
old time. But you've got your parties muddled up. There's no pussy here,
just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick,
you are having second thoughts. You are shrinking, and your two little
balls are shrinking with you. And the fact that you've got "Replica"
written down the side of your guns...
[Zoom in on the side of Sol's gun, which indeed has "REPLICA" etched
on the side; zoom out, as they sneak peeks at the sides of their guns]
Bullet Tooth Tony: And the fact that I've got "Desert Eagle point five O"...
[Withdraws his gun and puts it on the table]
Bullet Tooth Tony: Written down the side of mine...
[They look, zoom in on the side of his gun, which indeed has "DESERT EAGLE .50" etched on the side]
Bullet Tooth Tony: Should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now... Fuck off!