Mannaja:
It's really gonna stink when you take your boot off.
Burt Craven:
So what?
Mannaja:
$5000 dollars is what I wanted, not your smell. Go on! Get out of here, Craven.
Burt Craven:
Come again?
Mannaja:
Hit the trail, Burt!
Burt Craven:
You son of a bitch! You're letting me go, just like that? You're one of the most goddamn unpredictable bastards that I know.
Mannaja:
Don't waste you're breath! You might be wanting to run and I need money again.
Burt Craven:
Yeah! No!
[Craven laughs and runs out into the night in the pouring rain]
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