[the shot Mr. Orange knows some things about Mr. White]
Mr. White:
Well, he knows a little about me.
Mr. Pink:
What? W-Wait. You didn't tell him your name, did you?
Mr. White:
I told him my first name, and where I was from.
Mr. Pink:
Why?
Mr. White:
I told him where I was from a few days ago. It was just a natural conversation.
Mr. Pink:
And what was tellin' him your name when you weren't supposed to?
Mr. White:
He asked.
[pause]
Mr. White:
We had just gotten away from the cops. He just got shot. It was my fault he got shot. He's a fuckin' bloody mess - he's screaming. I swear to god, I thought he was gonna die right then and there. I'm tryin' to comfort him, telling him not to worry, everything's gonna be okay, I'm gonna take care of him. And he asked me what my name was. I mean, the man was dyin' in my arms. What the fuck was I supposed to do? Tell him: "Sorry, I can't give out that fuckin' information! It's against the rules! I don't trust you enough!"? Or maybe I should've, but I couldn't! Fuck you and fuck Joe!
Mr. Pink:
[sarcastically]
Oh, I'm sure it was a beautiful scene between you...
Mr. White:
DON'T FUCKING PATRONIZE ME!
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