[grunts]Get out of the way.

No!

He'’s gone.

[sobbing]

We killed him.

[Nora continues sobbing]

[sobbing]

[yells, groaning]

[Treadway] If I fail, look inside.

[gasping]

[coughing]Evan, you'’re okay. Just breathe.

[laughing]Nah.

Homeboy knows everything. He a freak.

How do you know so much?

Honestly, I wish I knew. Makes me nuts.

Could I have my pills, please.

Dang, girl. You eyeballin'’ my boy like he a steak dinner.

[man] Yo, yo. What'’s gunpowder made of?

74% potassium nitrate, 13% charcoal.

Okay.Damn. Impressive, man.