The New Yorker

Monty Brogan: [bows down over abused dog, which starts lashing out] Oh, shit... AH! Fuck, he's got a lot of bite left in him, huh?

Kostya Novotny: I think bull-pit is not playing with you, Monty.

Monty Brogan: Yeah, no shit.

Kostya Novotny: Come... you want police coming?

Monty Brogan: Ah, look they used him like a fucking ashtray, man... what a bunch of assholes. Let's get him in the trunk.

Kostya Novotny: What?

Monty Brogan: Yeah... there's a vet emergency room, right over here. Come on, I like this guy.

Kostya Novotny: He tries to bite your face off... he is mean! You want dog, I buy you nice puppy tomorrow.

Monty Brogan: Ah, no... what the fuck I want with a puppy, Kostya.

Kostya Novotny: Where you go, Monty? Monty, wait. What the... I not go near bull-pit, Monty. This thing is disgusting!

Monty Brogan: I told you, I told you... it's not a pit bull. He's... look at him, he's a good dog, I can see it in his eyes. He's a tough little bastard, he wasn't lying down for anybody.

Kostya Novotny: Sometimes I think you very stupid man!

Monty Brogan: Look at him... come on! If we wait much longer he's gonna be dead, alright?

Kostya Novotny: You wanted shoot him with my gun.

Monty Brogan: That was a mercy thing... he's not ready to go yet, he wants to live.

Kostya Novotny: Oh, he tell you this now?

Monty Brogan: No... but it's like a baby, OK. They all bitch and scream like that, you know... they see the doctor coming with the needle. It's good for him in the long run.

Kostya Novotny: You have no baby?

Monty Brogan: I can't talk to you, Kostya.

Monty Brogan: [puts abused dog in the trunk] I'm trying to help you, you little prick! Huh? Come on, come on... quién es más macho? Monty es más macho!

Kostya Novotny: What goes on in your little head?

Monty Brogan: Little the tricks, little the quicks... boom, bam, snap!

Kostya Novotny: Yeah... little tricks, little quicks. You're bleeding, you get bite.

Monty Brogan: Dog's blood. You gotta learn to relax a little bit... live a little.

Kostya Novotny: You have hole in neck and blood is coming out.

Monty Brogan: A little love bite for saving his raggedy ass.

Kostya Novotny: Rule number one; you can not grab half-dead animals! We have people waiting for us! People with money! You want to play this cowboy, no... dogboy, in the middle of the highway.

Monty Brogan: Dogboy? That's funny, Kotsya... you really mastered the language.

Kostya Novotny: Yes, funny... funny. You're bad luck... you bring bad luck on me. Always everything that can go wrong, go wrong. It's not just you and me anymore, when we go out... it's you and me and Doyle.

Monty Brogan: Who's Doyle?

Kostya Novotny: Doyle! Doyle's law. What?

Monty Brogan: It's Murphy.

Kostya Novotny: Who is Murphy?

Monty Brogan: Who's Murphy? Who's Doyle! It's Murphy's law... "whatever can go wrong, will go wrong"?

Kostya Novotny: Him, yes!

Monty Brogan: Yes, him.