Mike: Just give up the shotcaller and we're done. Or don't. KPD will fucking kill you and all your pasty-ass fucking soldiers.
Bomber: Oh, yeah? Does that include you, Mike? 'Cause I know you. I was inside. My first year was your last. Yeah, folks used to talk about you. That fucking Reverend, Mike McLusky, he was the man.
Mike: I'm sorry. I don't remember you.
Bomber: Yeah, well, you don't really remember any of it, do you? 'Cause you caught that jungle fever. Yeah, Gunnar tries to take you out, gets shived by your friends in there. Your house gets shot up. Huh? Your ma's funeral blown up.
Mike: What the fuck you know about my house, mother fucker? What the fuck do you know about it?
Bomber: I'm just saying.
Mike: Yeah? What are you fucking just saying?
Bomber: I'm just fucking saying man.
Mike: What are you just saying?
Bomber: I'm saying how it is. What it looks like, Mike.
Mike: Yeah, what's that?
Bomber: Business be business. And that's fine. But you dirty your hands. You touch black to get green.
Mike: Just say the fucking shotcaller. Say the fucking shotcaller. Merle Calahan.
Bomber: Fuck you, man. Fuck you.
Mike: Just say it.
Bomber: You fucking traitor.
Mike: Just say the fucking name.
Bomber; You give him up. You give him up, all he's done for our people? Huh? All he's fucking did for you?