I'll shoot her.
I wouldn't. If I were you, I'd aim that gun at me. You shoot the girl, you got nothing.
Get back!
Shoot me instead. Come on, what are you a lousy shot? [putting his hands in the air] 50 feet away. You got a perfect shot. Shoot me.
You think I'm stupid?
I think you're an absolute moron. I know all about you, Tim. You're at the gym five times a week. You drive a flashy car, you stink of cologne, and you can't get it up. Not even Viagra's working for you. You know what that tells me? That tells me you are hopelessly compensating, and it's not just in your head. It is physical. What did the girls call you in high school? What'd they come up with when you fumbled your way into some girl's pants and she started laughing when she got a good look at just how little you had to offer?
Shut up!
Short Stack? Very Little Vogel? I got it: Tiny Tim.





