Rochelle: Look here, if you're gonna keep talking about getting shot, you need to sit over there somewhere.
Luther: I'm sorry. I figured I didn't have much to lose.
Rochelle: Why?
Luther: Yesterday was my 61st birthday and nobody in my family called. I was headed to the Brooklyn Bridge to jump off.
Rochelle: You were gonna jump off a bridge 'cause you didn't get a phone call? No wonder they didn't call you. You're selfish. A 61-year-old man gonna jump off a bridge 'cause he didn't get a phone call. I wouldn't call you either. It's too much pressure.
Luther: You don't know anything about me.
Rochelle: I know you're too damn old to be jumping off bridges.
Luther: Well, it's none of your business anyway.
Rochelle: Wait a minute, you're the one standing up talking 'bout, "Don't shoot her, shoot me."
Luther: Well, then why didn't you let him shoot me?
Rochelle: I'm not gonna have people thinking you saved my life. You ain't nothing but a big baby. Eh, Scarface, whatever you do, don't shoot him.
Man: Oh, could you shoot me, please? It's the only way my boss is gonna believe this.