Bennings: Oh, no, wait a minute. I don't think I heard you right. You're telling me that a sober Skag had the nerve to shoot a man? I find that hard to believe. Maybe you could demonstrate.
(Bennings cocks his pistol and puts it on table, grip towards the boy.)
Bennings: Pick it up, shoot me right here between the eyes. This is your golden opportunity, don't pass it up.
(The tables behind him clear rapidly.)
Bennings: I know you'd like to kill me. That's what all you Skags want, isn't it? Go ahead, or maybe you need to finish that drink first.