Look, if you punks keep fightin over petty chump change Mr. Big isnt gonna let you guys in on thr Casino jobs....now SOAK, you already wasted 3 of the fuckin rockets on some dumb armored car bullshit....Both of you guys get back to the hideout so we can plan the next job....
Ravage, meet up- wit me back at the Starbucks so we can split up the bread...i got the plane tickets for vegas ready to go