Rita Glossner: What the hell you doin'?
Mike: You know what, Rita? We've had enough of your wind chimes. We tried to do this the nice way, but you pushed us too far.
[Rita punches Mike in the eye]
Mike: Aah! Ow! What the hell?!
Rita Glossner: "Ow, what the hell," you. [kicks him]
Mike: Hey, now! I'm not looking for any trouble. [Rita slaps him] Damn it! That's not- No- [Rita hits him with a bat] Ow! Ow! Hey, you're crazy! You know that?!
Rita Glossner: Oh, I'm crazy, stretch? Huh? You like crazy, do you?
Mike: No!