Come on, Emmitt! Come on! Show me the Benjamins the homeys are always rapping about!
Emmitt, I assume you're gonna take care of that.
How the hell was I supposed to know he was gonna show up without any cash?
Right, but eventually—
Duffy's right. What happens to our cut if you pocket that deed?
Just get control of yourself, boy. Just relax. You're gonna get your portion.
Of what? The land? What am I, a farmer? Show me the cash, Emmitt, or I swear to God I'm gonna get a machete and a blowtorch, and I'm gonna make your body as small as I possibly can!








