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Storeowner: I got nothing for you my friend.
Taylor: I checked the meter on my machines. Now they’ve had plenty of play. I gave you that key so you could borrow a little, float yourself for a few days. But half of that money is mine, and I want it.
Storeowner: What can I tell you, Taylor? I run a business here. I have expenses. If I’m not paying fast enough for you, turn ‘em off. Take them out of the store.
Storeowner: [Taylor leaves and comes back with a crowbar] What the fuck are you doing? Are you crazy? They’re your own f*cking machines! Don’t do this to me, por favor.
[Taylor smashes the arcade game with the crow bar and pulls the storeowner over the counter]
Taylor: The milk guy’s getting paid… the potato chip guy’s getting paid… the beer guy’s getting paid… every-f*cking-body’s getting paid, and you look through me? You f*ck!
Storeowner: I got it, I got it. It’s right here.