(after Mark takes a beating in an alley in a case of mistaken identity)
Gilbert: Hey, blood, you awake?
Mark: Shuggie, it's Shuggie, did anybody catch up with Shuggie?
Ironside: I'm afraid not, Mark.
Mark: Mean dude, bull strong, both of them.
Gilbert: Did you get a look at the other cat?
Mark: Just a glimpse, he hit me from behind. Face like a fried rat. I heard a woman screaming. Was there a witness?
Gilbert: Yeah, yeah, there was. She came inside the restaurant screaming about that two men were killing a black cat out in the alley, you know? There weren't any more brothers around so I figured I'd go out a take a look.
Mark: Girl still there?
Gilbert: Nah, man, I sent her home in a cab. You know, Maylene wanted to stay but... (shrugs)
Mark: Tell her thanks. I'm flat on my back and she looked like a winner.
Gilbert: Oh yeah, you want to see her again?
Mark: Oh yeah, but not tonight.
Fran: Poor baby, it hurts, huh?
Mark: Ask any middle linebacker how he feels Monday morning.