JOE: Over the line!

JOE: Over the line, Nixon! I’m sorry. That’s a foul.

NIXON: Bullshit. Eight, Adam.

JOE: Excuse me! Mark it zero. Next frame.

NIXON: Bullshit. Joe!

JOE: This is not Nam. This is bowling. There are rules.

ADAM: Come on Joe, it’s just–it’s Nixon. So his toe slipped over a little, it’s just a game.

JOE: This is a league game. This determines who enters the next round- robin, am I wrong?

NIXON: Yeah, but–

JOE: Am I wrong!?

NIXON: Yeah, but I wasn’t over. Gimme the marker, Adam, I’m marking it an eight.

JOE: Nixon my friend, you’re entering a world of pain.

ADAM: Hey Joe–

JOE: Mark that frame an eight, you’re entering a world of pain.

NIXON: I’m not–

JOE: A world of pain…

JOE: HAS THE WHOLE WORLD GONE CRAZY? AM I THE ONLY ONE HERE WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT THE RULES? MARK IT ZERO!

ADAM: Joe, they’re calling the cops, put the piece away.

JOE: MARK IT ZERO!

NIXON: Joe–

JOE: YOU THINK I’M FUCKING AROUND HERE? MARK IT ZERO!!

NIXON: All right! There it is! It’s fucking zero!

NIXON: You happy, you crazy fuck?

JOE: This is a league game, Nixon!…

ADAM: Joe, you can’t do that. These guys’re like me, they’re pacificists. Nixon was a conscientious objector.

JOE: You know Adam, I myself dabbled with pacifism at one point. Not in Nam, of course–

ADAM: And you know Nixon has emotional problems!

JOE: You mean–beyond pacifism?

ADAM: He’s fragile, man! He’s very fragile!

JOE: Huh. I did not know that. Well, it’s water under the bridge. And we do enter the next round-robin, am I wrong?

ADAM: No, you’re not wrong–

JOE: Am I wrong!

ADAM: You’re not wrong, Walter, you’re just an asshole.