- Whatcha lookin' at?
- I saw you run that light.
- Yea, I ran that light. What of it?
- You did it on purpose.
- Yea I did it on purpose.
- Yea you did it on purpose.
- So what? You gonna do something?
- Me? Nah, I'm not gonna do anything. I saw you do it though.
- Yea, I did it. So what?
- And you'll probably do it again, huh?
- Yea, I'll do it again—I'll do it all the time.
- Yea you'd love to do it all the time... It's not your first, is it?
- Whatcha you gonna do about it?
- Me? Nothing. We're not gonna let you.
- Who?
- You prolly wanna run this one, too...
- Who's not gonna let me?
- But you can't.
- I'll run it—
- You can't. Traffic won't let you. We're gonna band together and bide by the rules; we're gonna stop you.
- I'm going to get to that light.
- You're gonna stay put.
- I'm gonna get there when it turns red...
- You're gonna—
- And run it.
- You're gonna stay put.
- I'll run the next six lights.
- Impossible!
- I'll run 'em clean!
- Not with us around you won't.
- I'll run them all.
- We'll make you yield we will.
- I don't yield to no red light.
- You don't like them red lights?
- I hate all of them.
- So you like to run lights, huh?
- Yea I run lights. I've run lights my whole life.
- Not when you were a kid you didn't.
- My old man ran them.
- You were a scared little boy.
- Shut your head, I trusted him.
- You're just a dreamer. Your pops was no good.
- You watch your thought, you. I could always count on the man.
- You had poor parental guidance. I'm gonna discern you to death.
- I'll run all the lights by your house.
- No you won't, my mother lives there.
- I'll make her yield.
- The hell you will.
- I've made her yield before; she was good at it.
- Impossible! She doesn't know how to yield.
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