Ken: What the fuck are you doing, Ray?
Ray: What the fuck are 'you' doing?
[Ken sticks pistol behind his back]
Ken: Nothing.
Ray: Oh, my God . . . you were gonna kill me.
Ken: No, I wa-- You were gonna kill yourself!
Ray: Well . . . I'm allowed.
Ken: No, you're not!
Ray: What? I'm not allowed, and you are? How's that fair?

Martin McDonagh, In Bruges