I don't know who you are, or how you did things in New York, but there's something you need to know. Around here, we treat each other with respect. We work together. We look out for each other. We're family. So I don't know why you're here. Or what conspiracy you and Ivers got going on, but I'll tell you this. You keep harassing Miss Lebowski and I will make your life here a living hell.
Since you didn't stick around after your drive-by hissy fit, here's something you should know. I'm here to do a job. Not to make friends. I have friends. I have family. Back at home where they belong. So aside from the fact that your mere existence makes my life a living hell, as you so charmingly put it, I'm really not concerned about you. You, on the other hand… might want to be concerned about me.