Billy Hatchett:
[finding that Patrick has taken all of the guns]
Fuck. Don't you know what this means? Do-do you know what these guys are like, Paddy?
Patrick "Kitten" Braden:
Don't let this come between us, Billy.
Billy Hatchett:
Shut up! Jesus, what the fuck am I gonna do? Fucking Jesus!
Patrick "Kitten" Braden:
Tell them I was spring cleaning, darling.
Billy Hatchett:
Where are they, Paddy? Tell me, where are they?
Patrick "Kitten" Braden:
Now, what is this you mean, my darling?
Billy Hatchett:
The guns, you little fucking whore! Where are they? The guns! It's all too fucking serious! Don't go fucking me around.
Patrick "Kitten" Braden:
Oh, all of a sudden, everybody's getting serious! Serious, serious, serious.
Billy Hatchett:
I'm not fucking joking, Patrick! Where are they?
Patrick "Kitten" Braden:
I told you to call me Kitten.
Billy Hatchett:
Don't fucking know me. You don't know where I've gone. And if they come, if they fucking come, you tell them nothing. I mean nothing.
Patrick "Kitten" Braden:
Whatever you say, darling.
Billy Hatchett:
You're way out of your league, Patrick. You don't know what you're dealing with. Don't fucking know.
Patrick "Kitten" Braden:
Oh, I do. I know, all right. I knew you were only joking about the roses... and the sweets, too, probably. But it was nice while it lasted.
[Hatchett drives off]
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