GeOrGe, GeOrGe, GeOrGe...
You will never learn, will ya, kid?
Who gave you the right to talk about my wife? Who gave you the right to open your mouth at all, kid? Do you know who the fuck I am? I stomp people like you.
You think your gang is worth shit? Think again, kid. These are my streets. And if I ever catch you talking trash about me or my lady again — you're fucking dead.
I'll pour acid down your eyeballs and watch them melt down in your skull until I can see that little thing if yours called a brain.