Clarence: I've got the muscle to shove so much of this factory up your stupid wop ass that you'll shit snow for a year!
Sal: Mikey, blow this cocksucker's head off.
[Sal's goons pull out their guns, Clarence's goons pull out their guns. Seeing this, the rest of the guys in the room pull out their guns too]
Clarence: Ooh, guns, guns, guns! Tigers are playing
[taps table]
Clarence: ... tonight! I never miss a game.