Carl Munro:
[to wannabee gangsters]
Why dont you trade that thing above your neck for a face.
Bob Munro:
[to wannabee gangsters]
Yo, my mobile home boys. What's craking in the wood... Don't make me call my lawyer cause I'll audit...
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