Tig: I got to tell you something, man. I mean it could be bad. Clay: It already is. Tig: Those two dead Mexicans in the warehouse hole. I was hitting them. Clay: Jesus Christ. Both of them? Tig: Oh yeah. Kind of a taco twofer thing.
Clay: I never sold gun one to the Mexicans, now I need for you to show me a little respect, and give me a few more days for delivery. Laroy: Don't give a shit about history, or respect. This is about business, old man. Clay: And I'm telling you, brotha. Give me some more time: really smart business.