Hey, Harry. Look at this.

What's the matter with these cans?

Die, Milk Face!

[chuckling]

These cans are defective.

They're springing leaks.

Come over here and look at this.

Listen, you better run for cover

or you're gonna spring a leak. Uh?

We don't have defective cans.

We have a defective person out there.

[gun fires]

He hates these cans.

Stay away from the cans!

Die, gas pumper.

l got to get away from those cans.

[gun firing]

There's cans in there, too.

[glass shattering]

More cans.

Die, you bastard.

[screaming]

He doesn't want to put holes in the cans.

He wants to put holes in you.

What?

[panting]

Milk face bastard!

Oh, my God. l'm endangering your life.

Cover me. You're covered.

Suck my toes!

You stay here. l'll distract him.

[gun firing]

Shithead! Come on!

Come on, boy. Good boy.

''Carnival personnel only.'' Damn.

Shithead, come on!

You're not carnival personnel!

Come on, boy, come on.

Hey, he ain't no carnival personnel.

[trigger clicking]

Okay, you move it out.

[engine starting]