Marcus: "What do you mean 'Get him out of here.'?"
Gin: "Take him to the car."
Marcus: "In case you hadn't noticed, I'm a motherbleepin' dwarf. So unless you got a forklift handy, maybe you should lend a hand, hmm?"
Gin: "That figures. You want all kind of set asides. Special treatment 'cause you're handicapped. You all the same."
Marcus: "Special treatment? I'm three foot bleeping tall, you bleephole! It's a matter of physics. Draw me a sketch of how I get him to the car, huh?"
Gin: "Bitch, bitch, bitch."
Marcus: "Sketch it up, you bleeping moron. bleeping Leonardo da Vinci."