Don: Shut up, cunt. You louse. You got some frickin' neck ain't you. Retired? frick off, you're revolting. Look at your suntan, it's leather, it's like leather man, your skin. We could make a fricking suitcase out of you. Like a crocodile, fat crocodile, fat bastard. You look like fricking Idi Amin, you know what I mean? Stay here? You should be ashamed of yourself. Who do you think you are? King of the castle? Cock of the walk?
[He gut-punches Gal]
Don: What you think this is the wheel of fortune? You think you can make your dough and frick off? Leave the table? Thanks Don, see you Don, off to sunny Spain now Don, frick off Don. Lying in your pool like a fat blob laughing at me, you think I'm gonna have that? You really think I'm gonna have that, ya ponce. All right, I'll make it easy for you. God knows you're fricking trying. Are you gonna do the job? It's not a difficult question, are you gonna do the job, yes or no?