Bottle Rocket, 1996

Dignan:  Why are you undermining me, man?

Bob:   [playing with the gun on table] How much bullets does this thing take…

Dignan:  Bob!

Bob:  Look, I’m paying attention…

Dignan:  Goddammit! You’re not paying attention if you’re messing around with the gun. Now quit…Anthony, just keep the gun on the table. Keep…

Anthony:  Look, Dignan, relax…

Dignan:  …I can’t focus unless the gun is on the table…

Bob:  I paid for it.

Dignan:  Shut, man!  Shut up. I’m warning you now. Be quiet, please!

Bob:  It’s true, Dignan.  I paid for the gun.

Dignan:  Say it again.  Say it one more time. Say it again. Repeat what you just said.

[Anthony shakes his head at Bob]

Bob:  I paid for the gun.

[Pause]

Dignan:  [Sigh] He’s out.  You’re out, too.  And I don’t thing I’m in either. No gang!