Jake: You don't need me. But, maybe I could learn from you. You know? Sort of shadow you for a while and see how your operation runs. Go from bitch to boss, as it were.
Romero: Jake, you stop pushing it. You're gonna make me think you're a snitch.
And you know what I do to snitches?
Jake: Give them a public dressing down?
Romero: Castrate them. And then I kick 'em to death.
Jake: Cool cool, specific policy. Love the attitude, love you, love all of this okay, see you in the mess hall, Romero. Bye, Romero.