Bobby: I told you, if you can't pull your weight, I'd go elsewhere.
Pat: Pull my weight? I own you.
Bobby: You don't own shit!
Pat: What did you say to me?
Bobby: You don't own your buildings. You don't own the land they're on. But most importantly, you don't own me.
Pat: You're forgetting a little something.
Bobby: I'm sick and tired of you holding that over my head. You want to drop that bomb and blow yourself up, then be my guest. But for now, get the fuck outta my office, I got a city to run.