John Beckwith:
Whoa, hold it, Sack!
[Sack punches John]
Trap:
OK, Sackmaster, one more. We should get back to the bar.
Sack Lodge:
You get near my fiancée again, I kill you.
John Beckwith:
Let me say one thing.
Sack Lodge:
[to Trap]
Did you check out the rack on that bartender?
Trap:
Hey, you're the Sack. She'll come to you.
Sack Lodge:
Oh my God, yes, she will, you're right!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:16