Johnny: He's upstairs, takin' a bath. He'll call you when he gets out. Hey! I tell ya what I'm gonna give you, Snakes. [pulls out his Tommy Gun] I'm gonna give you to the count of 10, to get your ugly, yellow, no-good keister off my property, before I pump your guts full o' lead!
Snakes: [about to leave] All right, Johnny. I'm sorry. I'm goin'!
Johnny: 1... 2... 10! [he starts firing his gun at Snakes and laughs maniacally]
Johnny: Keep the change, ya filthy animal.