Henry Golding credited as playing...
Dry Eye
- Dry Eye: I understand you're getting out.
- Mickey Pearson: Getting out. Getting out of what? Bed? My head? The closet? Don't flirt with me, Dry Eye. I'm a busy man.
- Dry Eye: I hear you're getting out of the game. And I would like you to consider an offer.
- Mickey Pearson: Look, I'm going to stop you right there, so you don't waste any more of your precious breath, young man. This is not a discussion for the two of us. Unlike the salt and pepper, it's not on the table. I am not for sale. And even if I was, you're several zeros short. Now, you may be able to buy your man's sausage for that, but to me it just looks rude at breakfast.
- Dry Eye: You're out of touch. You're forgetting the laws of the jungle, looking down on me. Now, when the silverback's got more silver than back, he best move on before he gets moved on. It's not dignified. It's beneath you, Michael. Trying to do you a favor. This is a big fucking number.
- [pause]
- Mickey Pearson: And this? Well, this is a big fucking gun.
- [shoots Dry Eye from under the table]
- Mickey Pearson: Eyes not so dry now, are they? Hurts, does it? You looking for your balls, or a hole in the wall?
- Dry Eye: [screaming and crawling away] Fuck!
- Mickey Pearson: Where the fuck do you think you're going? Because you're not going out the way you came in, you deluded duck-eating cunt! Talking to me about the laws of the jungle. What was it? Something about being beneath me? Silver on back? There's only one rule in this fucking jungle! When the lion's hungry, he eats!
- [shoots Dry Eye]