Doug MacRay:
Something wrong with the apartment?
James Coughlin:
No. The Florist.
Doug MacRay:
The Florist what?
James Coughlin:
He came through.
Doug MacRay:
Ah, Jesus Christ.
James Coughlin:
It large Dougie.
Doug MacRay:
We're smoked hunters. Look, pick up an extra guy or go with three guys but fucking be smart and boot it.
James Coughlin:
Oh so you're not going?
Doug MacRay:
No. I'm not going.
James Coughlin:
Why is that?
Doug MacRay:
Because we got a ton of fucking heat on us for one thing.
James Coughlin:
Look. We'll put a move on them. I mean, we've done it a hundred times before.
Doug MacRay:
You know what, do what you want. I'm done.
James Coughlin:
What?
Doug MacRay:
I'm done.
James Coughlin:
What does that mean?
Doug MacRay:
What does it sound like?
James Coughlin:
What the fuck do you mean, you're done? Sounds like a buncha fucking bullshit.
Doug MacRay:
Let me put it to you this way, I'm putting this whole fucking town in my rear view.
James Coughlin:
There are people I can't let you walk away from.
Doug MacRay:
What? Who?
James Coughlin:
Come on.
Doug MacRay:
She's not my kid. Did she say that it was? I mean, come on, cut it out. All you give a fuck about is coke and Xbox and now you're trying say you care about Shyne, come on.
James Coughlin:
You know what your fucking problem is, you think you're better than people. Mister fucking clean, mister goddamn high and mighty. That's what you think, but you grew up right here. Same rules that I did.
Doug MacRay:
Who the fuck do you think you are? You're gonna let me or not let me do shit. Here's a little fucking cheat sheet for you. Its never gonna be me and you and your sister and Shyne playing house up there. You got it? Get that in your fucking head! I'm tired of your fucking one way bullshit. You wanna see me again? You can come visit me down in Florida.
