Leon B. Little:
[after being in the sewer for days]
Goddamn Tunnel of Love! Well, don't you worry, Vinnie. A deal is a deal. Leon B. Little never quits. There's twenty-six stiffs out there who'll swear to that! Oh, daylight. All right, you chicken livers. If you're out there, you can kiss your future goodbye!
[comes upon a street gang listening to loud music]
Leon B. Little:
Hey, Michael Jackson! Did you see two elderly gentlemen pass this way recently?
Gang leader:
[scared]
Oh, shit! Another one!
[scampers off with his goonies]
Leon B. Little:
What is it, my smell or something? Hey, fish-ass! You forgot your jukebox!
[blasts the gang's boombox with his shotgun]
Leon B. Little:
I hate noise pollution!
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