I know. But I would select all my shooters personally. George Carlin. Abott, or Costello, or whoever the fat one was. Richard Pryor, Adam Brody, all the comedy greats. How funny would that be?
Now to answer your question, Burton, what we have here is a little concoction I affectionately coined, The Last Kiss. One part cyanide, one part strychnine, two parts atropine, and just a shake--not stirred--of boat cleaner. And it's all for you.
You must be outta your damn mind if you think I'm gonna sit here and die after watching you die with some ridiculous grin on your face because you're thinking of sopapillas, or that stupid scene from Summer School where the students all pretend to be dead. [to Yin] And do you have just the one needle? Do you plan on sterilizing in between uses?