DEA Agent Deets : You think your real cowboys, huh? Batman and Robin, huh! You
know what this is? You know what this is, punk? This is two kilos, uncut, crystal meth!
Pappas: Awwwww, Shit!
Ben Harp : Special agent, Utah! I like you to meet Agent Deets. He *was* working
deep cover until.
DEA Agent Deets : (Interrupts) You think I like this hair, man! You think I like these
clothes? My wife wants me to stay at Ramanda! I've been working on these fuckers for
THREE MONTHS! THREE MONTHS! Now I finally got them to play wheel of fortune with
me so I could find out who their suppliers is. Then you fuckin' cowboys show up!
Pappas : Nice tattoo, Deets!
DEA Agent Deets: Oh, you like that Pappas, huh? Fuck you!
Pappas : Jesus!
DEA Agent Deets : All I wanna know, smart guy! All I wanna know is how these guys
could be robbin' Tarzana City National on August 2nd when they were in Fort fuckin'
Lauderdale August 2nd? Why don't you figure that out, huh?
Ben Harp: That's not an easy thing to do, is it Utah?
DEA Agent Deets : (Slams bags of meth into Utah's chest] Fuckin' jerks!