[bullet whizzing]
Hey, Harry. Look at this.
What's the matter with these cans?
Die, Milk Face!
[chuckling]
These cans are defective.
They're springing leaks.
Come over here and look at this.
Listen, you better run for cover
or you're gonna spring a leak. Uh?
We don't have defective cans.
We have a defective person out there.
[gun fires]
He hates these cans.
Stay away from the cans!
Die, gas pumper.
l got to get away from those cans.
[gun firing]
There's cans in there, too.
[glass shattering]
More cans.
Die, you bastard.
[screaming]
He doesn't want to put holes in the cans.
He wants to put holes in you.
What?
[panting]
Milk face bastard!
Oh, my God. l'm endangering your life.
Cover me. You're covered.
Suck my toes!
You stay here. l'll distract him.
[gun firing]
Shithead! Come on!
Come on, boy. Good boy.
''Carnival personnel only.'' Damn.
Shithead, come on!
You're not carnival personnel!
Come on, boy, come on.
Hey, he ain't no carnival personnel.
[trigger clicking]
Okay, you move it out.
[engine starting]