Voila la tirade ke je cherchai:
MR. WHITE
When you´re dealing with a store
like this, they´re insured up the
ass. They´re not supposed to give
you and resistance
whatsoever. If you get a customer
or an employee who thinks he´s
Charles Bronson, take the butt of
your gun and smash their nose in.
Drops ´em right to the floor.
Everyone jumps, he falls down,
screaming, blood squirts out his
nose. Freaks everybody out.
Nobody says fuckin shit after
that. You might get some bitch
talk shit to ya. But give her a
look, like you´re gonna smash her
in the face next. Watch her shut
the fuck up. Now if it´s a
manager, that´s a different story.
The managers know better than to
fuck around. So if one´s givin
you static, he probably thinks
he´s a real cowboy. So what you
gotta do is break that son-of-a-
bitch in two. If you wanna know
something and he won´t tell you,
cut off one of his fingers. The
little one. Then you tell ´im his
thumb´s next. After that he´ll
tell ya if he wears ladies
underwear. I´m hungry, let´s get
a taco.