JOE: Here are your names... Mr. Brown, Mr. White, Mr. Blonde, Mr. Blue, Mr. Orange, and Mr. Pink.
MR. PINK: Why am I Mr. Pink?
JOE: Because you're a ******, all right?
(Mr Brown laughs, Mr Blonde smiles)
MR. PINK: Why can't we pick our own colors?
JOE: No way, no way. Tried it once, it doesn't work. You get four guys all fighting over who's gonna be Mr. Black. But they don't know each other, so nobody wants to back down. No way, I pick. You're Mr. Pink. Be thankful you're not Mr. Yellow.
MR. BROWN: Yeah, but Mr. Brown, that's a little too close to Mr. Shit.
MR. PINK: Mr. Pink sounds like Mr. Pussy. How about if i'm Mr. Purple? That sounds good to me. I'll be Mr. Purple.
JOE: You're not Mr. Purple. Some guy on some other job is Mr. Purple. You're Mr. Pink.
MR. WHITE: Who cares what your name is?
MR. PINK: Yeah, that's easy for you to say. You're Mr. White. You have a cool sounding name. All right look, if it's no big deal to be Mr. Pink, you wanna trade?
JOE: Hey, nobody's trading with anybody. This ain't a goddamn fucking city council meeting, you know. Now listen up, Mr. Pink. There's two ways you can go on this job - my way or the highway. Now what's it going to be, Mr. Pink?
MR. PINK: **** ******. Fucking forget about it. It's beneath me. I'm Mr. Pink. Let's move on.
JOE: I'll move on when I feel like it. All you guys got the goddamn message? I'm so goddamn mad hollering at you guys, I can hardly talk. Let's go to work!