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Agent Flood: You don't read the papers much, do you smart guy? In New York? We've a wonderful thing called the Rockefeller laws. Let me educate you. You had a kilo in your sofa. That kind of weight makes it an A1 felony. 15 years to life minimum for a first offense. Now with that much spread in the sentencing guidelines, the judges take their cues from the prosecutors. So if the prosecutors wife busted his chops that morning, you're fucked. You're gone for good. If you get lucky? Really lucky? And let's say he got some good trim the night before. Maybe he'll plea you off to an A2. But that's still 3 to 8 for first time, minimum. How much of that stretch you pull is all up to the mood of the prosecutor. And he's gonna ask us, "Did he play ball?" So, why don't you tell us about your friend, Nikolai? Let us make it easy on you.

Monty Brogan: [to Agent Cunningham] Can I ask you one question?

Agent Cunningham: Sure.

Monty Brogan: When you have your dick in his mouth, does he just keep talking like that? Cause it seems to me he just never shuts up. I'm just curious does that get annoying? You know, you're fucking a guy in the mouth and he just won't shut up?

Agent Cunningham: Look here, you vanilla motherfucker. When you're upstate, takin' it in the culo by a buncha guys callin' you Shirley, you'll only have yourself and Governor Rockefeller to thank for the privilege.

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.