STANLEY: Where the hell’s my boots? Anybody seen my boots? Somebody took my boots. I bought ‘em special. All right you guys, whoever took my boots, I want ‘em back.
AXEL: I gotta boot for you Stan, right up your ass. (He kicks him).
STANLEY: Hey Mike… Hey Mike, let me borrow your spares, huh? Your extra pair…
MIKE: No, Stan.
STANLEY: “No”? Waddya mean, “No”?
MIKE: Just what I said, no… No means no.
**STANLEY: **Some fuckin’ friend. You’re some fuckin’ friend, you know that?
MIKE: You gotta learn, Stanley. Every time you come up here, you’ve got your goddamn head up your ass.
AXEL: Maybe he likes the view from up there!
(John laughs.)
MIKE: Every time he comes up he’s got no knife, he’s got no jacket, he’s got no pants, he’s got no boots. All he’s got is that stupid gun he carries around, like John Wayne. That ain’t gonna help you…
AXEL: Oh, what the hell, Mike. Give him the boots.
MIKE: No way. I’m not giving him no boots, no more. No more. No more. That’s it.
STANLEY: You’re a fuckin’ bastard. You know that, huh?
MIKE: Stanley, see this? This is this. This ain’t something else… This is this. From now on, you’re on your own.
STANLEY: (Outraged). I fixed you up a million times. (To all of them) I fixed him up a million times! I dunno how many times I must’ve fixed him up with girls. And nothing ever happens… zero. Hey, you know your trouble, Mike, huh? No-one ever knows what the fuck you’re talking about, huh?... “This is this”? What the hell’s that supposed to mean. “This is this”? I mean is that some faggot sounding bullshit, or is that some faggot sounding…
NICK: (Cutting him off). Shut up, Stan, will ya? Hey man, you’re outta line.
MIKE: Watch out with that gun, Stanley. Watch out with the gun.
STANLEY: There’s times… D’ya know what I think? You know what I think? There’s times I swear I think you’re a fuckin’ faggot…