Me | The two of us should have a chat ... | |
Bullco | Listen, you win! Now leave me alone. | |
Bullco | I wouldn't know about what. | |
Bullco | Sylvio doesn't like being talked to. You might have gathered as much by now. | |
Bullco | We need to talk, you and I. | |
Me | What do you want? | |
Bullco | I think the best thing would be if you didn't show your face on the farm any more. | |
Bullco | See to it that you're gone by tomorrow. We understand each other? | |
Bullco | You're still here after all ... | |
Bullco | I thought we had agreed that I shall let you depart in peace. | |
Bullco | You really should have listened to me. | |
Bullco | I don't believe this! The fellow is still here! | |
Me | I'm NOT going to leave here! | |
Bullco | (sighs) I guess we're going to have to discuss this again. | |
Bullco | (grouchy) Yeah, yeah, go tell it to someone who cares. | |
Me | Does the name Pepe ring a bell? | |
Bullco | I don't get a word of what you're blathering about, but I don't like your tone! | |
Me | You were supposed to guard his sheep. | |
Bullco | What do I care about his sheep? | |
Me | Lee cares about them. | |
Bullco | What are you getting at? | |
Me | If you keep getting on my nerves, I'll se to it that you are made to pay for the sheep. | |
Me | So if you're at all interested in your pay, leave me alone from now on! | |
Bullco | (furious) You, you ... | |
Me | (calmly) Yes? | |
Bullco | (to himself) Wretched little lowlife ... | |