Youngblood Priest: Don't argue with me, man, I'm trying to give you a chance. Now, if you don't get me my money *tonight*, I'm gonna put that young girl of your's out on whore's row. Fat Freddie: Listen, Priest, that's my wife you're talking about, man. Youngblood Priest: So what? Now somebody's gonna work tonight, Freddie. You really shouldn'tve f*cked with my money, Freddie.|