Sam: Get out of here. I don't want to see you again. You're a bum. Go on. Get out of my place. Go on, scoot.
Gary: Fine. Fine. Eight years of humiliating you weenies is enough. I'm gonna find a tougher gang to humiliate.
Woody: Hey, you can look all over Boston. You won't find any weenies tougher than us!
Sam: Yeah, that's telling him, Woody.