[looking in the mirror]
Yeah. Huh? Huh? Huh?
[draws]
faster than you, you f**in’ son of a…
I saw you comin’, you f**.
sh**-heel.
[reholsters]
I’m standin’ here.
You make the move.
You make the move.
It’s your move.
[draws gun from concealed forearm holster]
Huh? Don’t try it, you f**.
[reholsters]
You talkin’ to me?
You talkin’ to me?
You talkin’ to me?
[turns around to look behind him]
Well, then who the hell else are you talking- You talking to me?
Well, I’m the only one here.
Who the f** do you think you’re talking to? Oh yeah? Huh? ‘kay.
[whips out his gun again]
Huh?
[Travis voiceover: Listen you f**ers, you screwheads.
Here’s a man who would not take it anymore.
Who would not let- Listen you f**ers, you screwheads.
Here is a man who would not take it anymore.
A man who stood up against the scum, the cunts, the dogs, the filth, the sh**.
Here is someone who stood up. Here is…]
[draws his gun]
You’re dead.