Clay: So you're just gonna stroll outta there with two dead Mexi whores draped over your shoulders? Tig: I'll gut them dead bitches. I'll flush their bellies with bleach. No DNA. Clay: What kinda nasty shit did your momma do to you? Tig: What do you mean?
Tig: I got to tell you something, man. I mean it could be bad. Clay: It already is. Tig: Those two dead Mexicans in the warehouse hole. I was hitting them. Clay: Jesus Christ. Both of them? Tig: Oh yeah. Kind of a taco twofer thing.