How did these get here? I thought I'd turned these in to the proper authorities.

Well the way I hear it, Jeebs, you into something a little hotter than some stolen Rolexes.

I'm also a huge crack dealer now but I still work here 'cause I love the hours.

I'm talking about guns, smartass.

Weird ones.

Come on, Edward. What you see is what I got.

[Door opens] Come on, Edward. What you see is what I got.

Why don't you show him the imports, Jeebs?

Hiya, K. How are you?

Show him the imports right now.

Yeah-- I got out of that business a long time ago.

Why do you lie to me, Jeebs? I hate it when you lie.

Now just hold on a second...

I'm gonna count to three.

He'll do it, Jeebs.

[K] One...

I'm telling you, that man does not look stable.

[K] Two...

You know what? Talk to me; he-- he is just crazy when he's like this.

He's always crazy.

Why don't you get a massage? Take a cruiser--?

Three.

Drop the weapon and put your hands on your head!

I warned him.

- Drop the weapon! - *You* warned him.

Don't make me kill you.

[Jeebs] *You insensitive prick*!

D'ya have any idea how much that stings?

Show us the merchandise or you're going to lose another head, Jeebs.

[Buzzer]

Mr. Edwards.

Right there... The one in the middle.

You sold a reverberating carbonizer with mutate capacity to an unlicensed cephalapoid(!)

Jeebs, you piece of sh...

He looked all right to me.

[K] It must have been for an assassination. Who's the target?

You know I don't know.

*Goddammit, Jeebs*!

I DON'T KNO-HOW!

All right, let's confiscate it; all of it.

And I want on the next transport off this rock or I'm gonna shoot you where it don't grow back.

Yeah, an-- and...

...and I'ma be back t-to talk about them Rolexes.