RIP Paul Gleason
“The next time I have to come in here I’m crackin’ skulls.”
Richard Vernon: That’s the last time, Bender. That the last time you ever make me look bad in front of those kids, you hear me? I make $31,000 a year and I have a home and I’m not throwing it all away on some punk like you. But someday when you’re outta here and forgotten about this place and they forgotten about you, and you’re wrpped up in your own pathetic life, I’m gonna be there. That’s right. And I’m gonna kick the living shit out of you. I’m gonna knock your dick in the dirt.
Bender: You threating me?
Richard Vernon: What are you gonna do about it? You think anyone’s gonna believe you? You think anyone gonna take your word over mine? I’m a man of respect around here. They love me. I’m a swell guy. You’re a lying sack of monkey shit, and everyone knows about it. Oh, you’re a tough guy. Hey c’mon. Get on your feet pal! Let’s find out how tough you are. I wanna know how tough you are. Let’s go. C’mon man, just take the first shot. I’m begging you, take the first shot. Just take one good swing…
[Bender pauses, staring]
Richard Vernon: Yeah, that’s what I thought. You’re a gutless turd.