The Germans stop conferring.
Vee don’t care. Vee still vant zat
money or vee fuck you up.
Ja, vee still vant ze money. Vee
Walter pulls an uzi from under his coat. It glints in the
Fuck you. Fuck the three of you.
Hey, cool it Walter.
Walter ignores the Dude, addresses the Germans:
There’s no ransom if you don’t have
a fucking hostage. That’s what ransom
is. Those are the fucking rules.
Zere ARE no ROOLZ!
NO RULES! YOU CABBAGE-EATING SONS-
His girlfriend gafe up her toe! She
sought we’d be getting million
dollars! Iss not fair!
Fair! WHO’S THE FUCKING NIHILIST
HERE! WHAT ARE YOU, A BUNCH OF