You Know, We're Sitting Here, You And I, Like A Couple Of Regular Fellas

Barley, a dog, stares at a black cat with an arched back through a mesh-covered fence. The cat stares back.

I mean, you do what you do, I do what I gotta do. And now that we’ve been face to face, if I’m there and I gotta put you away, I won’t like it. But I’ll tell you, if it’s between you and some poor bastard whose wife you’re gonna turn into a widow… Brother, you are going down.