Omar, what's the status on the general?
Where is General Fezzan?
I might be complicated, but I ain't fucking hopeless.
Is that what we call it? Complicated?
Well, whatever it's called, it's not working, is it?
Come on, Gina, you're not looking at the big picture.
What's the big picture?
Is it you? Are you my big picture?
Oh, my God, thank you.
You should get the fuck over yourself.
Cause you know what you actually are?
You do resemble a caveman. You know what it is?
And you don't? -You don't want competition.
Gina, please, calm down. -That's what your problem is.
Me calm down? Did you just tell me...
Don't tell me to fucking calm down! I'm calm!
I've never been more fucking calm in my life.
"Oh, look at me.
I'm English. I'm avoidant. I don't like to argue."
Well, guess what?
I just want a little peace in my life. Right?
It'd be nice. -I'm from America, bitch. We are gonna fight about it.
Go. Just go. Go. -So what does that make me?
Does that make me stressful?
No, no, no.
A little violent perhaps.
I'm a professional.
Yeah. And a little violent.
A little bit.
You know what it is?
I've got your skills and then some.
And neither of you like it because you're both cavemen.
She's talking to you.
Actually, she's looking in your direction.
I'm talking to you. -Mm-hmm.
But about you.
You might be my boss,
but I can tell that you're also from this planet called"hopeless"
where intimate relationships and feelings
don't fucking exist!
Fucking baby. I've wasted so much of my life on you.
You are a loser. But I like you.
Why are you here?
I lost my ring at this bar, and I need you to...
I'm sorry. Is that it? Are we done talking?
Are you done with this conversation?
It's more like angry chatter.
She's talking to you again.
It's depressing. - No. It's okay.
I liked her, Barney.
She's an Expendable, Christmas.
Look, I got great respect for your uncanny abilities. I really do.
But you are a selfish prick.
Really? - We all are.
We have to be to choose this life
over friends, over family.
We do this for money.
That's the definition of prickism.
What do you think of my analysis?
I think you're a moron.
You don't believe that.
With every cell in my body.
Why are we here?
I lost my ring last night in a bet, and I'm here to try to buy it back.
A silly little trinket.
I'm superstitious about it, and I like it.
Feel like I'm missing a finger.
I tried getting it back, but this half-ass won't negotiate.
Who? - Jumbo Shrimp.
Who's he? - You'll see.
What's up, Barney? - Hey, Billy.
So how'd you lose your most prized possession?
You mean arm wrestling? - No.
I mean thumb wrestling.
Like that. Give me your hand.
No. Thumb wrestling?
You used to be strong. What happened?
And you used to be hairy. What happened?
What's up, Barney? - Hey, how you doing?
Jumbo Shrimp around?
Is there a problem?
My friend wants his ring back.
Bet's a bet, man.
You know, no offense, but I'm missing my ring.
It stays where it is.
These the guys, Barney? - Yeah.
Now I see why they call him Jumbo.
No, the other guy, second guy.
You lost to Santa's helper?
I was drunk.
Well, you're not drunk now.
Why the fuck am I here?
I hurt my back.
A few weeks ago. I can't even lift a fork.
I would do it for you. But if you don't want to do it, I understand.
If you're intimidated...
Make it easy on yourself.
I got this, Thumbo.
How you doing this nice day?
What do you prefer to be called, "Jumbo" or "Shrimp"?
Call me that again.
Cut your fucking head off.
That's a little harsh, bite-size.
Barney wants his ring back.
What did you call me?