[Ricky, having just fled from his neighborhood, has arrived at a gas station]
Jacob Collins: Excuse me, sir, can you please step twenty feet away from the pump and extinguish your cigarette?
Ricky: [answering on intercom] Can you please fuck off? Thank you.
Jacob Collins: [while Ricky prepares to put gas in his car] Come on, Ricky, put it out. You got me fired from nine job already this summer and I can't handle it. I'm gonna call the cops.
Ricky: [again using the intercom] Go ahead, Jacob, call the fucking cops. I dare ya. But you know what, you're not gonna call the cops, are ya? Cause you're scared, please call them, I want to fucking go to jail anyway. Dick!
Jacob Collins: Yeah? I'm calling them!
[Ricky is later seen tossing bottles of alcohol into his car, while Jacob files a police report on him]
Jacob Collins: Yes, I'd like to report a robbery, please?
Ricky: Ah, fuck off, Jacob!
Jacob Collins: It's a black car with no door and a bunch of crap hanging off the back. Some freak driving it. Yeah, the gas station.
[Ricky puts away the gas pump, sticks up his middle finger in front of Jacob and drives off]
Jacob Collins: Can't believe this shit.
[by this time, Julian has arrived at the gas station and runs to the store]
Julian: [referring to Ricky] Did that guy just steal something?
Jacob Collins: Yeah man, he stole a bunch of shit from me.
Julian: Did he tell you to call the cops?
Jacob Collins: Yeah, he dared me to, and I called them. They're on their way.
Julian: Look, my friend has psychological problems. I want you to call the cops back and tell them you fucked up.
Jacob Collins: He stole about 200 bucks worth of shit, like I don't know.
Julian: [Julian then offers Jacob some money] Here, there's 70 bucks, that should cover it.
Jacob Collins: I'm gonna get in shit with my boss.
Julian: [Julian then gives him more money] And there's 20 bucks for calling the cops back. We cool?
Jacob Collins: Yeah, man we're cool.
Julian: Thanks man!