Lite: So what if I did?
Otto: Well I don't know I mean that's pretty severe.
Lite shoots the gun at Otto's feet. Otto drops his beer, getting some on his pants.
Otto: Jesus Christ!.
Lite: Hey! Blanks get the job done too.
Otto: You repo men, you guys are all out to ******* (flippin) lunch. Let's get out of here.
~Repoman
“No matter where you go — there you are.”