Officer Eduardo! 'Up, tight!
How did these get here? I thought I'd turned these in to the proper authorities.
Well the way I hear it, Jeebs, you into something a little hotter than some stolen Rolexes.
I'm also a huge crack dealer now but I still work here 'cause I love the hours.
I'm talking about guns, smartass.
Weird ones.
Come on, Edward. What you see is what I got.
[Door opens] Come on, Edward. What you see is what I got.
Why don't you show him the imports, Jeebs?
Hiya, K. How are you?
Show him the imports right now.
Yeah-- I got out of that business a long time ago.
Why do you lie to me, Jeebs? I hate it when you lie.
Now just hold on a second...
I'm gonna count to three.
He'll do it, Jeebs.
[K] One...
I'm telling you, that man does not look stable.
[K] Two...
You know what? Talk to me; he-- he is just crazy when he's like this.
He's always crazy.
Why don't you get a massage? Take a cruiser--?
Three.
Drop the weapon and put your hands on your head!
I warned him.
- Drop the weapon! - *You* warned him.
Don't make me kill you.
[Jeebs] *You insensitive prick*!
D'ya have any idea how much that stings?
Show us the merchandise or you're going to lose another head, Jeebs.
[Buzzer]
Mr. Edwards.
Right there... The one in the middle.
You sold a reverberating carbonizer with mutate capacity to an unlicensed cephalapoid(!)
Jeebs, you piece of sh...
He looked all right to me.
[K] It must have been for an assassination. Who's the target?
You know I don't know.
*Goddammit, Jeebs*!
I DON'T KNO-HOW!
All right, let's confiscate it; all of it.
And I want on the next transport off this rock or I'm gonna shoot you where it don't grow back.
Yeah, an-- and...
...and I'ma be back t-to talk about them Rolexes.