Don: Sally, what's going on?
Sally: Don, get back. [grabs Don's gun] Who's the tough guy now, huh, Sammy?
Don: Sally, what are you doing?
Sally: He's a mobster, Don.
Don: Sammy? He's a butcher.
Sammy Marchetti: Yeah, yeah, I was just cutting up some steaks.
Sally: Is that what you call the people you kill... steaks?
Sammy Marchetti: No, uh, it's meats, Sally. You know, cows, pigs.
Sally: Is that what you call the people you kill... cows and pigs?
Don: Sally, listen to me. He's my butcher.
Sally: Exactly, Don, he's a... a butcher. A butcher?
Tommy: A butcher?
Sally: Oh. Okay. Well, um... guess I won't be needing the gun anymore. Uh... super sorry. Oh, my God. There's someone I know... I gotta go. [walks away]