— This is the United States of America, kid. I set the price, and it's $200.
— I know where I live, man. I'm just saying, you ain't selling what you say you're selling.
— Listen, kid, I did two tours. I think I know a Russian AK when I see one. You want to buy something? Why don't you go buy yourself a soda pop?
— Hey, Dad! Check this out. The gas cylinder on the Russian AK — has four escape holes.
— Right.
— The Egyptian Maadi has two.
— True.
— This here, be an Egyptian AK. Ain't nothing Russian about it.
— Okay, playtime's over. You see the little fat man in the Ray-Bans back here? Now, I say the word, you and junior here are kissing asphalt in the parking lot.
— Let me ask you something. Little fat man in the Ray-Bans have any idea you're hustling off Egyptian AKs to a 14-year-old boy?
— $150.
— Done. For both.
— $150 for two AKs?
— Two fake AKs, friend.
— I'll lose my goddamn shirt.
— Ah, that's better than losing your goddamn license.
— Oh, you're a real fucking prick.