Tyler: (holding a gun to a shop owner's head) Give my your wallet.
Raymond: (scared, gives him his wallet)
Tyler: Raymond K. Hessel 1327 Southeast Banning, Apt. A. Small, cramped basement apartment, Raymond?
Raymond: H...Ho...How did you know?
Tyler: 'Cause they give basement apartments letters instead of numbers. Raymond, you are going to die.
Raymond: (whimpering and crying)
Tyler: (looking at a picture) Is that your mom and dad? Cause Mom and Dad are gonna have to call kindly Dr. so-and-so to pick up your dental records. Do you want to know why? 'Cause there's gonna be nothing left of your face.
Raymond: (continues crying)
Tyler: (continuing to look through his wallet) An expired community-college ID. What'd you study Raymond?
Raymond: (stuttering) S...S...S..tufff
Tyler: Stuff? Were the midterms hard?
Tyler: (hits him with his gun) I asked you what you study.
Raymond: Biology, mostly.
Tyler: Why?
Raymond: I -- I don't know.
Tyler: What did you want to be, Raymond K. Hessel?
Raymond: (continues whimpering)
Tyler: (cocks gun) The question, Raymond, is what did you want to be?
Raymond: Veterinarian! Veterinarian!
Tyler: Animals.
Raymond: Ya, animal st....stu...
Tyler: Ya, stuff, I got that. So that means you need to get more schooling.
Raymond: Too...too much school.
Tyler: Would you rather be dead?
Raymond: (whimpering) No, no...
Tyler: Would you rather die, here, on your knees, in the back of a convenience store?
Raymond: No, please... no.
Tyler: (puts away gun). I'm keeping your license. Gonna check in on you. I know where you live. If you're not on your way to becoming a veterinarian in six weeks, you will be dead. Now, get up, run on home.
Raymond: (gets up and starts running)
Tyler: Run Forrest! Run!
Jack: I feel ill.
Tyler: Imagine how he feels.
Jack: Oh, come on - this isn't funny. That wasn't funny! What was the point of that?
Tyler: Tomorrow will be the best day of Raymond K. Hessel's life. His breakfast will taste better than any meal you and I have ever tasted. Come on. (throws the gun to Jack)
Jack: (inspects the gun, notices there are no bullets in it)
