- Crowds are your friend.
- What the hell am I supposed to do with these?
- Just let me sit here a minute.
- Get out of my chair before I kick your ass.
Hey, hey!
Newspaper's a dollar!
- Hold the door!
Thanks.
Okay, just breathe.
Regulate your heartrate.
Stay hydrated.
You're okay, you're okay.
So...
Mr. Tynes?
Shall we?
I was told that you were a competitor, Mr. Tynes.
A fighter.
Someone with something to live for.
But sadly...
it appears that you're nothing more...
than a waste of my time...
my energy...
and my resources.
[panting]
I have to say...
that I'm disappointed.