Ashley: Johnny.. I heard what happened.
Johnny: That wasn't my fault. l was powerless. l was plied with copious amounts of Red Bull, Jell-O shots … And Goldschlger… My doctor thought l had Crohn's disease… There were flakes of 24-karat gold in my stool for about a month… I CRAPPED GOLD!
Ashley: What are you talking about.
Johnny: ... What are you talking about?
Ashley: He told me everything. Me and Ray ain't friends no more.
Johnny: Me and Ray neither, sugar.
Ashley: Johnny, I got some bad news. Jim... He ain't...
Johnny Oh no. Oh, man. Not Jim... Fuck this... (screams) FUCK!
Ashley: Okay, calm dow-
Johnny: (screaming) FUCK!... SHIT!... FUCK, SHIT!... FUCK!... FUCK, SHIT!... SHIT!... F SHIT!
(one hour later).
Johnny: (still screaming) SHIT!... FUCK, SHIT!... FUCK!... FUCKIN SHIT!... FUCK!... SHIT!... FUUUCK!... Okay I'm done
Ashley: You still got me
Johnny: I don't got you. Crystal gone and got you, babe.
Ashley: Johnny, I'm gonna quit.
Johnny: Yeah, and I'm an idiot believing in your bullshit all this time.
Ashley: It ain't your fault. Johnny It's my fault I'm a fucking moron.
Ashley: I'm going to go to rehab, straighten myself out. Anyhow, he- he told me you wouldn't get hurt... I wouldn't have done it otherwise.
Johnny: Yeah, well why shouldn't I kill you?
Ashley: Why bother? I'd be better off dead. But Johnny, Ray ain't the problem.
Johnny: What are you talking about? Are you telling me that a backstabbing mob guy who wants to kill me ain't the problem?
Ashley: It's Billy. See, it's Billy. Ray... It turns out that Billy was trying to poison him against you, and now apparently Billy's going states... He's gonna- he's gonna blame you. I'm sorry.
Johnny: Well, what now?
Ashley: You gotta get someone to help you. Maybe that Congressman?
Johnny: Maybe. We'll see. Go on and get out of here.
Ashley: I love you, Johnny K.
Johnny: You're speaking a foreign language to me now, lady. Now get the fuck outta here.
MEANWHILE:
Ray: (gets shot in the face and dies)
Niko: (holding desert eagle) HA! I shot your face!.. Take that faceless!... Serves you right for thinking I'm not going to lie down for some frat boy bastard with his damn henley, smoking his sticky buds out of a soda can while watching his favorite downloaded Simpson episodes every night! Yes, we all love Mr. Plow. Oh, you've got the song memorized, do you? SO DOES EVERYONE ELSE!
(20 minutes later)
Niko: (still talking) That is exactly the kind of idiot you see at Taco Bell at one in the morning... the guy who just whiffed his way down the bar-skank ladder. If he wants to throw hands, I'll throw hands! I tell you...