Konstantine Brayko: Who are you? Where did you come from - where the fuck are my guards?! Mike Thorton: I told your guards to go home and go to bed. That jacket was so bright they couldn't sleep. Brayko: What the fuck did you say?! Mike: Oh, so you can't hear me over that jacket either? No wonder it was so easy to sneak in here. **Alternative** Brayko: Ah-hah! So you're the fuck that gate-crashes my party, huh? Maybe next time you wait for an invite to the school dance... But then, maybe there is no next time for you, shithead. Mike: ...Is that jacket for real? Wow. And I thought the mansion was tasteless. Brayko: Let's see how funny you are when I cut out your tongue, buddy.
Mike: Big talk from someone dressed like a seat cover.
