(traffic)
(cat yowling)
(St. Elmo's Fire playing in headphones)
- [Man] I'll do no such thing.
You'll get nothing from me, young man.
I've worked so hard in this life...
- You wanna end up dead?
- [Man] Oh no, please don't hurt me.
- [Mugger] Are you fucking kidding me?
(argument)
- Not on my watch, mother fucker.
(dramatic music)
(argument, struggle)
- [Man] I'm not gonna give you anything.
(men struggle)
You're hurting me.
Help, help me.
Where is anybody?
Is there nobody in this fucking world to help me?
For God's sake.
- [Mugger] Old people like you always have money.
Where's the fucking wallet?
Gimme your fucking wallet.
(men struggling, arguing)
(coin in phone, buttons pushed, ringing)
- May I please speak with Laird?
No, okay, no just tell him I called.
Thank you.
(phone hanging up)
- [Man] Is somebody hearing me?
Can you hear me?
Help.
(zipper)
(gun shot)
- Ay yi yi.
Okay, okay, okay.
(phone booth door opening)
- Wow, nice suit.
- Zip it, Stan Lee.
(St. Elmo's Fire)
Oh, Jesus.
Oh, that's not good.
No, no, no.
Oh, you're not gonna walk that one off.
Oh, that's so gross.
I'm so sorry.
I spent way too long in the phone booth.
If I'm being honest with myself,
I probably should have just called 9-1-1.
Well, none of that matters now,
'cuz I think we're both missin' the real point here.
What the fuck is a phone booth doing on a street corner?
Didn't those disappear in '98?
Huh, I suppose I could've just used my cell.
Ooo,
Cherry Garcia ice cream.
You gonna eat this?
Don't answer now.
Just rest.
I mean, actually I made a call.
It was to the costumer, and his name is Laird.
Usually helps me put the suit on.
I don't know how the other guys do it so quickly.
You probably wouldn't be dead if it was Logan.
What does he gotta change into?
(laughs) Guy wears a fucking tank top and a pair of jeans.
(Australian accent) Yeah, want ta get my tank top on,
bit of perspiration,
have a nice little crime fighting spree, yeah.
Happy Hug A Koala day.