100 Miles

Miles:
What about the girl?

Rivers:
[scoffs] What about her?

Miles:
Did you... Did you...?

Rivers:
Oh, Heaven's, no. We need her for a while. Money transfers can be a b*tch sometimes, huh, Shane?

Shane:
Yep.

Miles:
What have you done with her?

Rivers:
We're holding her in a safe deposit box until the money comes through. Truly an upside-down situation. She's in my warehouse with Mr. Clemens. He's taking good care of her.

Miles:
I gotta return the piece you guys gave me.

Shane:
Yeah. [Miles whips out gun, shoots Shane]

Rivers:
My money. Mine! [shoots Ted]

Ted:
You wanna hurt me, Miles?

Miles:
Stop acting smart.

Ted:
You wanna hurt me, right?

Miles:
I wanna do the right thing.

Ted:
The right thing! What's that like? Kidnapping a guy while he's at work, tying his hands and legs and placing him in a shower tray? Well, if that's the right thing, then you have f***ing aced it, my friend!

Ted:
I said, motherf***er if you want publicity, call the cops and have them circle the house, reporters will crawl all over the place like cockroaches. You'll be on TV. A star.

Miles:
That's one choice. To be popular. But that one only lasts 24 hours.

Ted:
Better plan, Einstein?

Ted:
Why Miles McManus Jr, idle minds are definitely the devil's workshop. Looks like you two made a great f***ing deal. I never hurt you in my life! What are you gonna do keep me here forever? Since you're not gonna shoot me, I'll scream for help.

Miles:
No, you won't.

Ted:
What makes you so sure?

Miles:
Your blood on my gun. I'll swell your million dollar face so bad you'll have to walk around with a paper bag on your head for the rest of your life. Your image will be gone. People will stare at you like a freak. Forever.

Ted:
We were jerks. We were. But never to you.

Miles:
No, not in front of me.

Ted:
So f***in' what if we made fun of you behind your back, huh? What the f*** do you care? You didn't hear them or about them. We didn't spread rumors, we kept them all to ourselves, private f***in' jokes. None of your business!

Miles:
You think I'm doin' this to be popular, right, Ted?

Ted:
Well, I don't think you have many reasons, no. You're a loser, and you'll die a loser. Kill me and/or f*** my face up, win the lottery, get married to Cindy f***in' Crawford, brother, you will always be a loser. Even long after you're gone. The problem is no one will remember your name or what you looked like. I guess that pretty much makes you vapor, McManus. That's how much of a waste of f***in' air you are.