Angela: You look just like your son when you get mad. Barney: How many people have you killed this time? Angela: I dunno. Lots. Barney: You gonna kill me, too? [she nods] Barney: How? A knife, a drill, or a chainsaw? Fire, battery acid, or are you just gonna cut my head off like you did my son's? Well, Angela... what's it gonna be? Angela: A gun. [she fires]|