Bubba: They want the notebook.
Guerrero: Yeah? I want you to piss off. We all don't get what we want, now do we?
Bubba: There's four of us now.
Chance: Well, there's only two of us. I mean, it's... it's hardly fair.
Bubba: Tell your friend to cooperate.
Guerrero: He meant for you guys, bro.