Angry Biker: "You destroyed the onlything I love. All right? There it is. What do you love?"
Ron: "I love poetry and a glass of Scotch and, of course, my friend Baxter here."
Angry Biker: "Well, guess what. Now this is happening. (He picks up the dog and carries him to the edge of the bridge)"
Ron: "Excuse me. Excuse me. What are you doing?"
Angry Biker: "(He kicks the dog off the brigde into the river) That's how I roll."