Mr. White: We had just gotten away from the cops. He just got shot. It was my freakin’ fault he got shot. He’s a friggin’ bloody mess – he’s screaming. I swear to god, I thought he was gonna die right then and there. I’m tryin’ to comfort him, tellin’ him not to worry, he’s gonna be okay, I’m gonna take care of him. And he asked me what my name was. I mean, the man was dyin’ in my arms. What the hell was I supposed to tell him? “Sorry, I can’t give out that information! It’s against the rules! I don’t trust you enough! Or maybe I should’ve, but I couldn’t!” F#@k you!
Mr. Pink: [sarcastically] Oh, I’m sure it was a beautiful scene…