Rooster: Now where is my bread, lookin' in my breadbox don't see no bread.
Baretta: Here's your bread man.
Rooster: You know I had bad vibes, if the local Godfather finds out that I'm holding his private possession, you know whose brains they're gonna slaughter don't you. You're own partner El Guyo, Rooster, hmm.
Baretta: I will have her outta here tomorrow night El Guyo, yur hospitality is tearin' me up.
Rooster: I hear ya, I just want you to know that my rump is on the line brother. See if you want to play you got to pay. That's all, don't need nobody to stick me up like this man.