The repair bill for the cruiser you wrecked, and the one from the shop you trashed, and the medical bill from the cop you injured killed the dough![both pause for a long beat] Now, three days ago, there was a big shootout between his group and a rival syndicate. He killed his own guys then took off like the wind. Word is, he's hiding out with some sweet thing in Tijuana.
This again?! Son of a bitch! Takin’ my money like that, ya’ cheatin’ dogs! Why the only reason you can even live here is ‘cause of what I done! I busted my tail to dig that gate!
CCarlos
For criminy sakes, you always say the same thing when you’re losin’. We all dug that gate together and you know it.
JJobin
That we did. We worked like there was no tomorrow.
Listen, bro, here's the deal. You can buy anything here on Mars from guns to human lives. And of course, choice information can be purchased as well. So if you wanna know something, let me see some cash. [Spike looks at a pair of long black nunchucks]
So Charlie says, "Only hands can wash hands. If you want to receive, you have to give." Something like that. I wish I could remember the exact words. Anyway, I think Charlie's telling us to just do it. Ha... What do you make of it?
You don't know anything, do you? Romanies are gypsies! And you know what we call someone like you? A Gorgio—that means a bumpkin that doesn't know which way is up.
