Jack: Let's kick it. I'll say kick it, and you'll just
kick it with a tasty groove, okay? 1, 2, 3, kick
it.........kick it, come on, god damn it, GOD, KYLE!
COULD YOU ONE TIME KICK IT, WHAT THE f**k?
Kyle: Jack, don't put it all on me...I've been sitting
Jack: Okay, we've got a cruicial, clutch cargo gig coming
up, Kyle. you COCK SUCKER! YOU don't give a shit, and
I've been sittin' around, getting sick of your attitude!!
YOU f**kER! YOU FFf**kIN' BITCH!
Kyle: I don't think I like Your attitude.
(Jack interrupts) YOU f**kER!
You know what?! I quit!
Kyle gets up, walks away, opens a door, and closes the