George Wilson: [cowering against his van] Wait, wait, wait, wait! You, you, you just hurt me.
Ryan McBride: [furious] You kidding me? Are you kidding me? A bomb goes of in there, people hurt, and you're stealin' a purse? You lowlife, scumbag...
George Wilson: Wait wait wait, wait.
Ryan McBride: Oh, what. Ever. Let. Go!
[snatches her purse back from the man]
George Wilson: No. Teague. Teague. Teague. He's the key to everything, alright?
Ryan McBride: [still furious] What is the key to everything, and how do you know Teague?
George Wilson: In the purse. The dialote. See, I got it. I I gotta have it because they're here. And they, and they use it.
Ryan McBride: Who is here?
George Wilson: Like you don't know, huh? Aliens, that's who.
Ryan McBride: Let me tell you something, alright? I don't know who you are, and I'm not an alien, I don't know anything about any ponce, or whatever the hell you called 'em, but do yourself a favor mister, you answer my question. How do you know Teague?
George Wilson: Please. Please, please.