JFJimmy Fitzsimmons
[after throwing a snowball in Bill's face] If you cross my path today, Murphy, I will scalp you, shit in the scalp, and slap it back on your head so everybody calls you "shit-wig", and--
HEY!
JFJimmy Fitzsimmons
[whimpering, backing off] Oh man, don't hurt me!
Yeah! You'd better run from me!
[Susan is shown next to him, also looking angry]
JFJimmy Fitzsimmons
[retreating] I'm afraid of your wife, you out-of-work pussy-fart!
You see that, Sue? Everybody knows. I can't even intimidate children anymore.
SMSusan Murphy
Don't let him bother you, Frank, he'll be in jail soon.