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: Tell me where John is and I'll finish you quick. I promise you won't have to find out what your left ball tastes like.
[Porter has just threatened to kill Carter while talking to Bronson on the phone
: Are you threatening me? Porter
: I'm not threatening you, I'm threatening Carter.
: [answering phone
] What the hell's going on? Porter
: You were right not to trust me.
[Bomb, planted earlier by Bronson's Outfit, is triggered by answering the phone and explodes
[Porter shoots a hole in Fairfax's suitcase
: Hey. What the hell are you doing, man? This is... Bronson
: [on speakerphone
] Fairfax? Fairfax. Fairfax
: No, no, it's all right, he's just killing my alligator bags and shooting holes in my suits. Man, that's just MEAN. That's MEAN, man.
: I'll get you your money, but you're never gonna' live to enjoy it. Porter
: You let me worry about that. Here's the deal: I want you to deliver the money yourself. Bronson
: You're one hell of an optimist. What in the world makes you think I'm gonna' deliver the money myself? Porter
: Well if you don't you'll never see little Johnny again... Didn't come home from the fight last night, did he? He's a good lookin' kid, but I think you indulge him too much. I told him so. Bronson
: Bullshit. You haven't got him. You wouldn't be that stupid. Porter
: My Dad never bought me a Ferrari. I had to steal my first one. Nice inscription on the keychain. A little sappy. Want me to read it? Bronson
: You're dead Porter. Nobody fucks with my family. You hear me? You're a dead man. Porter
: That's Johnny, Mr Bronson, unless you turn up with the money... Is that a yes?... What's a matter? Cat got your crotch? Hmmm? Some decisions are hard, Mr. Bronson. Bronson
: Where? Porter
: I'll let you know. I'll be in touch.