Tony: You're an asshole. Peter: Nobody has been answering you. You've been raving for three hours. Nobody has been answering you. Ray: Oh [unintelligible].
Ray: Good! Shut your Peter: I don't wanna hear it! Ray: Then shut your fuckin' mouth. Peter: Then shut up! Ray: God damn asshole son of a bitch. Peter: I don't.
“Trying to play a game here, asshole,” I said, approaching the enemy's table. “Oh, shit,” said Peter. “Jake,” said Ray. The away team stood up from their table.