Danny and Rusty were now back at Danny's apartment still arguing on the subject they talked about in the bar. And it was getting rather heated.
"I told you that if you told the Siberian tale the guy would show his face to you and BOOM! Take you down, but noo you don't listen. You never listen." Danny complained as he sat down on the couch and turned on the TV.
"So what? I had to. If I didn't Andre wouldn't have given us the mark's juice." Rusty said trying to assure himself that he did the right thing.
Danny laughed his laugh and threw a pillow at his friend. "That's bull and you know it. You were never good at telling the Siberian tale and never will be. Just face it. I am the one who should do the talking for now on," he stated suggestively.
"That's stupid and you know it. I always do the talking. It's my incentive," Rusty mocked back. "Besides your words tend to get you in some serious- trouble."
At that Danny chokes on his spit. "Me in talking gets me in serious trouble?" he starts doubtfully. "That's just absurd."
"It's not. Remember Hemingway? When you started to do the Yellow Basket job on him but forgot and mentioned the yellow basket?" Rusty replied with his own quirked assurance of doubt.
"Me? I didn't forget. I merely told you to remind me that I needed to not mention a yellow basket but noo. Once again you forget yourself like some mental patient and doze off into some far off land!" Danny shouted back.
"I didn't doze off," Rusty huffed but said nothing more.
"You dozed."
"Did not."
"Did too."
"That shit and you know it."
"If it were shit we would have had the money by now."
"I thought money wasn't everything to you?"
"It isn't."
"Second to what your hair gel!?!"
"Same for you!"
"Oh Danny you are such a dimwit."
"Oh Rusty you don't know how to make a comeback."
"Touché."
"Cliché."