John: Patterson!
Charlie: came as soon as we could
John: hey, we heard over the scanners. WOO, what a mess. Look, if there's anything we could do to help
Charlie: all you gotta do is ask
Donald Patterson: What are you two bags of shit doing here? You aren't cops no more
John: look man, we here trying to help
Donald Patterson: Hey, sweet pie. How's your cock working now that you ain't got a badge no more?
John: WHAT?
Donald Patterson: Here's what I think of *you fuck-up*
[spits in John's face]
John: you spit in my face!
[John tries to punch Patterson in the face, but Charlie stopped him]
Charlie: Hey, you aren't going to hit him
John: Why not?
Charlie: Cause, I'm gonna hit him
[Charlie tries to punch Patterson in the face, but John stopped him]
John: NO NO NO, your not going to hit him
John, Charlie: WE BOTH HIT HIM
[John and Charlie punch Patterson in the face that sent him flying 25ft across the station platform]