Mr. Orange: Hey you, what’s your name?
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash: Marvin.
Mr. Orange: Marvin what?
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash: Marvin Nash.
Mr. Orange: Listen to me, Marvin, I’m a c…
Mr. Orange: …listen to me, Marvin Nash, I’m a cop.
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash: Yeah, I know.
Mr. Orange: You do?
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash: Yeah, you’re name’s Freddy something.
Mr. Orange: Newendyke. Freddy Newendyke.
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash: Frankie Fischetti introduced us about five months ago.
Mr. Orange: Shit, I don’t remember that at all.
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash: I do. Freddy… Freddy, how do I look?
Mr. Orange: I don’t know what to tell you, Marvin.
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash: That fuck! That sick fuck! That fucking bastard!
Mr. Orange: Marvin, I need you to hold on. There’s cops waiting less than a block away.
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash: What the fuck are they waiting for? This fucking guy slashes my face, and he cuts my fucking ear off! I’m fucking deformed!
Mr. Orange: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! I’M FUCKIN’ DYING HERE! I’M FUCKIN’ DYING!
Mr. Orange: All right, now you heard them, we’ll make the move when they get back, so don’t pussy out on me now, Marvin. We’re just gonna sit here and bleed until Joe Cabot sticks his fucking head through that door!