:56:00
I'll show you who's old.
Come on. Arm-wrestle me.
:56:02
Relax, you're gonna
have a heart attack.
:56:04
- Come on. Come on. I dare you.
- Mind if I try?
:56:09
Well, I'm a son of a bitch.
:56:12
If it ain't another son of a bitch.
:56:14
Deke Yablonski.
We thought you was dead.
:56:19
You're looking pretty good, though.
I see you're eating good.
:56:23
You still patrolling, are you?
:56:25
No, when I busted you two bums,
I made sergeant.
:56:27
Sergeant.
Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle.
:56:31
Hey, give us another one
of them dirty glasses for this guy.
:56:34
- He's a bigtime sergeant now.
- I don't wanna drink with you, Doyle.
:56:38
- Besides, I'm on duty.
- On duty?
:56:42
What the hell does that mean?
:56:44
You thinking of busting us again,
is that it?
:56:47
Don't make me laugh.
:56:50
I know your kind, Doyle.
Once a thief, always a thief.
:56:55
Sooner or later,
you'll make your move,
:56:57
and I'm gonna be all over you
like flies on a turd.
:57:01
Still talking shit, ain't you, Yablonski?
:57:03
Why don't you be a nice fellow and
get the hell out of here, you fat slob.
:57:09
Now you're real tough, Doyle.
You scare me.
:57:14
Maybe you'd like to take a sock at me.
:57:17
Is that it?
:57:20
- That it, Doyle?
- Don't do that.
:57:23
Maybe you ain't got the guts
without your fag friend around.
:57:26
All right, Yablonski, that does it.
:57:31
Come on, old man. I'm waiting.
:57:34
Lights out, fatso.
:57:41
Ah, Yablonski.
:57:43
I'll show you who's old,
you dirty, fat slob.
:57:51
Let's go home, Harry.