Dogs

Quotes: « Nice Guy Eddie: C'mon, throw in a buck! » « Mr. Pink: Uh-uh, I don't tip. » « Nice Guy Eddie: You don't tip? » « Mr. Pink: No, I don't believe in it. » « Nice Guy Eddie: You don't believe in tipping? » « Mr. Blue: You know what these chicks make? They make shit. » « Mr. Pink: Don't give me that. She don't make enough money that she can quit. » « Nice Guy Eddie: I don't even know a fucking Jew who'd have the balls to say that. Let me get this straight: you don't ever tip? » « Mr. Pink: I don't tip because society says I have to. All right, if someone deserves a tip, if they really put forth an effort, I'll give them something a little something extra. But this tipping automatically, it's for the birds. As far as I'm concerned, they're just doing their job. » « Mr. Blue: Hey, our girl was nice. » « Mr. Pink: She was okay. She wasn't anything special. » « Mr. Blue: What's special? Take you in the back and suck your dick? » « Nice Guy Eddie: I'd go over twelve percent for that. » « Mr. Pink: Hey, why am I Mr. Pink? » « Joe: Because you're a faggot, alright? » « Mr. Pink: Why can't we pick our own colors? » « Joe: No way, no way. Tried it once, it doesn't work. You get four guys all fighting over who's gonna be Mr. Black, but they don't know each other, so nobody wants to back down. No way. I pick. You're Mr. Pink. Be thankful you're not Mr. Yellow. » « Mr. Brown: Yeah, but Mr. Brown, that's a little too close to Mr. Shit. » « Mr. Pink: Mr. Pink sounds like Mr. Pussy. How 'bout if I'm Mr. Purple? That sounds good to me. I'll be Mr. Purple. » « Joe: You're not Mr. Purple. Some guy on some other job is Mr. Purple. Your Mr. PINK. » « Mr. White: Who cares what your name is? » « Mr. Pink: Yeah, that's easy for your to say, you're Mr. White. You have a cool-sounding name. Alright look, if it's no big deal to be Mr. Pink, do you wanna trade? » « Joe: Hey! NOBODY'S trading with ANYBODY. This ain't a goddamn, fucking city council meeting, you know? Now listen up, Mr. Pink. There's two ways you can go on this job: my way or the highway. Now what's it gonna be, Mr. Pink? » « Mr. Pink: Jesus Christ, Joe, fucking forget about it. It's beneath me. I'm Mr. Pink. Let's move on. » « Joe: I'll move on when I feel like it… All you guys got the goddamn message?… I'm so goddamn mad, hollering at you guys I can hardly talk. Pssh. Let's go to work. » « Mr. Blonde: Hey Joe, you want me to shoot this guy? » « Mr. White: [laughs] Shit… You shoot me in a dream, you better wake up and apologize. »