[telling a story] Buscemi: [sitting at the counter inside the Tarasco Bar] The stranger shot him, walked over to the bartender, paid, and left. Short Bartender: So the bartender lived? [laughing] Short Bartender: The bartender never gets killed! Buscemi: But as the stranger neared the door... [Bartender pulls a shotgun. Stranger shoots bartender] Buscemi: No man, bartender got it worse than anybody.|