[mistakenly thinking that the man eating a sandwich in the cafe is the truck driver harassing him]
Look, uh... I want you to cut it out.
Man in Cafe
[bites into sandwich, chewing]
Wha?
Just... just cut it out, okay?
Man in Cafe
[bites into sandwich again, chewing]
Cut what out?
Now come on, let's uh... let's not play games.
Man in Cafe
What the hell you talkin' about?
I can call the police.
Man in Cafe
[stops eating, looks surprised]
Police?
You think that I won't? You're wrong, mister. I mean if you think you can just... just take that... that truck of yours and use it as a murder weapon and uh... killin' people on the highway... you're wrong! You got another thing comin'!
Man in Cafe
[shakes head, fed up]
Man, you need help.
Man in Cafe
[punches Mann in the stomach]
Cafe owner
Heyy! [Rushes over and hurriedly pulls the trucker off Mann]
Cafe owner
Look at 'im! Who've you got to fight? You got nobody!
Man in Cafe
[Grumbling]
I lost my sandwich...
Cafe owner
I'll buy you another sandwich, all right? How about a beer? I'll buy you a beer. [The man leaves, and the owner comes back to Mann] All right, you get outta here, huh?
