SPEAKER_01: Well, you have a great motel?

Man: Yep.

LPC: Yeah, let me tell you some, mister.

LPC: Let me tell you a thing or two, mister.

Man: Okay, I'm listenin'.

LPC: I'm gonna come out there.

LPC: I'm gonna rent me a room.

LPC: And you're gonna be renting the clinic for the night when I'm down pounding on you.

Man: I don't know what the fuck you're even talking about you.

LPC: You're gonna be talking to my foot after I fix it in the cheek.

Man: I'll tell you what I was a fucker.

Man: You better know what the fuck you're talking about.

LPC: Uh, my fists know what they're saying.

LPC: And they're gonna be saying it rather loudly to your face, as I sound.

LPC: Huh?

SPEAKER_01: Who's your choice?

Man: Well, talk to me a little bit more.

Man: Talk sucker, if you're not who I'm thinking I'm talking to,

Man: you better know what the fuck you're talking to.

LPC: You're gonna be talkin' to the ground, after you're layin' on it.

Man: I'll tell you what.

Man: Pricks.

Man: Why don't you just tell me where to meet you and I'll tell you what?

Man: I will be fucking there.

Man: Because I don't want to hear your fucking shit.

Man: I don't want to hold your shit.

SPEAKER_01: Make sure you're gonna be there.

LPC: Yeah, you'll be there, but your lips ain't leaving.

LPC: They're gonna be on the ground.

Man: You talk real tough over the phone, kid.

LPC: Yeah, I'm gonna bust your teeth.

Man: Bring a fucking gun.

Man: You ain't tough enough to the phone.

Man: bust my fucking teeth.

LPC: I'm way too tough.

LPC: As a matter of fact.

Man: Naw, naw, you're a fuckin'... you're a punk kid.

Man: Bring a fucking gun.

LPC: Yeah, you're gonna meet up my goat.

LPC: He's a kid.

LPC: --I'm gonna leash him on ya.

Man: I'm in room 11.

Man: Just fucking look me up.

Man: And I tell you what, I'll show you something

Man: that you've never seen before in your fucking life.

LPC: I got a whip.

SPEAKER_01: I don't get a whip.

SPEAKER_01: I don't get fucking be in a chain.

SPEAKER_01: I don't get fucking big of a shotgun.

SPEAKER_01: Don't fucking down your fucking man, fucker.

LPC: They're gonna be a horse whip.

Man: Yeah, you're a fucking cunt.

Man: Or you know how to do to jack off and fuck somebody in the fucking eye.

Man: You start it in, now, now.

Man: You come here and you fucking tell me about it.

Tom: Enough of this telephone shit.

Tom: We're coming right by there right now, fucker.

Man: Well, come by.

Man: I tell you up, motherfucker.

Man: You better be, you better be, you better.

Man: be back at a fucking gun because it's the only way of your fucking gun.

Man: Bring a fucking gun.

LPC: Now I'm gonna come over with a brick, take it to your face.

LPC: The sound.

Man: Do it right now.

Man: That's exactly what you're going to have.

SPEAKER_01: Mr.

LPC: You act pretty fuckin' tough.

Man: I'm not acting pretty tough.

Man: I am tough.

LPC: Gonna be tougher for you to get away from my foot--

Man: Who in the fuck are you?

LPC: After I'm gonna kicky.

Man: Are you?

LPC: little man, but I got big fist.

LPC: How's that sound?

Man: Well, I tell you what, motherfucker.

Man: You're not even close to where I'm fucking at.

Man: You're a fucking half a man that ever, never even fucking hit this fucking world.

SPEAKER_01: Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.

LPC: I got a fucking chain I'm going to take to you.

SPEAKER_01: I'm going to take to your lip.

Man: You got a fucking shot gun, motherfuckers.

Man: You're talking to the wrong fucking guy here.

SPEAKER_01: Nope.

Man: If you're a call on ass or somebody, you're fucking with the wrong guy.

Man: And I'll tell you what, if you're pulling this fucking barking lot,

Man: you better fucking pull back out.

LPC: I'm gonna bust your teeth.

Man: Yeah.

LPC: How's that sound in?

Man: Well... hey, buddy--

SPEAKER_01: Listen, I get you.

SPEAKER_01: Son of a big.

Man: We'll see what happens, okay.

LPC: You're going to be seeing stars after I'm doing.

Man: [laughs] I hope the fuck you know who you're talkin' to.

SPEAKER_01: You know who you're talking to.

SPEAKER_01: I got you.

LPC: Drag your lip on the pavement?

Man: Yeah, you think so, eh.

SPEAKER_01: Did he ain't going to show?

SPEAKER_01: Don't eat them blow.

Man: Hey, I'm not joking with your fucking tape recorder

SPEAKER_01: with your fucking tape recorder, motherfucker.