Tommy: "Um, Mr. Brady, you and my dad go way back."
Mr. Brady: "Son, I was sorry to hear about your dad, I was, but before I decide to keep my business with your place, I'd have to come by and have a look at your new operation."
Tommy: "Hey, I tell you what. You can take a good look at a butcher's ass by sticking your head up there, but wouldn't you rather take his word for it?"
Mr. Brady: "What? I'm failing to make the connection here, son."
Tommy: "No, I mean, you can get a good look at a T-bone by sticking your head up a butcher's ass, but then... No, it's got to be your bull."
Tommy: "Here's the deal. If I want you..."
Richard: "You have derailed."
Tommy: "Shut up, Richard."
Mr. Brady: "Boy, I'm really at a loss for words here."
Tommy: "Forget it. I quit. I can't do this anymore, man. My head's about to explode. My whole life sucks. I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know where I'm going. My dad just died, we just killed Bambi. I'm out here getting my ass kicked. And everytime I drive down the read, I to jerk the wheel into a bleepdamn bridge abutment. I ca..."
Richard: "We'll be in touch."