[chuckles] No, I… I don't dance. -You don't or you can't. -Won't. Will. Let's go. -Come on, cowboy. Stand up. -No, I'm not… Oh. -Thank you. Thank you. -Ah, ah, ah. Okay. [chuckles] Come on, you crazy. [song continues] You know how to dance. You can dance. -Just move your body a bit. -I feel a bit self-conscious. Loosen up a little bit. Just like move your limbs. -Mm-hmm. -[giggles] You got it. Ooh. Ooh. Move your arms. Loosen up. [laughs] Not like that. Less weird. Loosen up. There you go. Yeah!
The Man from Toronto
1.6s
I wonder why that is.
The Man from Toronto
6.8s
I blew up a plane, man. You didn't do shit. [hip-hop music playing]
The Man from Toronto
3.3s
Once in the back of my neck, one time on the back of my knees.
The Man from Toronto
4.2s
Not being able to follow through. Not having the guts.
The Man from Toronto
2.9s
[cell phone ringing]
The Man from Toronto
1.8s
-Who is this? -No sé.
The Man from Toronto
3.8s
There's a man here who claims he has all you need of Mr. Green.
The Man from Toronto
8.8s
Hey. I gotta get to the train station for Lori. Yeah, I read your texts. You hacked my phone? You're the only one who knows who I am. That makes you a liability.
The Man from Toronto
3.5s
You got a little bit of blood on your damn face. Open your eye.
The Man from Toronto
13.2s
-Wait. -Come on. Hurry. Wait. Wait. Wait. No, no, no. We gotta go back there. Lori. No, we're going to the Monarch Hotel right now! -What do you mean right now? -We gotta intercept that thumb. It's her birthday dinner! [sirens wailing]
