Merchant:
Welcome!
Got a collection of good things on sale, stranguh!
Whaddayabuyin?

Leon:
Ah, nah, I'm not buying.
Gonna sell ya some awesome stuff I gathered.
Look! I got the spinel!

Merchant:
You don't say.
'Ere, mate, you got weed?

Leon:
Uh yea, sure.
Lotsa green, some red, and even, tadaa! Yellow Stuff!

Merchant:
AAAAAAHHHH!

Leon:
That'll be...

Merchant:
I'll buy it at a high price!

Leon:
...ten billion peseedas.

Merchant:
Um.
Not that high.

Leon:
Well, take it or leave it.

Merchant:
What are ya, bloody insane?

Leon:
Take it
Or
Leave it.

Merchant:
Alright, alright, I'll take it...
bloody phookin-

Leon:
Merch.
Ey, Merch!
Where you got the typewriter?

Merchant:
I sold it.

Leon:
WHAT?!?

Merchant:
Stranguh! Hehe. Did you just –– screech?

Leon:
Omagod! OGAD! Who did you sell it to? TELL ME!

Merchant:
Big fella, sack over his head. Just went through the door.
You hear that chainsaw? That's him.

Leon:
Ah. Ogod! Arrrgh!
Look, I need that weed back! Here's your money.

Merchant:
I think I got a can of germicide spray here somewhere...
There you are. That's ten billion pesetas.

Leon:
Ten-- For one friggin can?
You gotta be kiddin me man! GIMME MY WEED BACK!

Merchant:
Not enough cash.

Come back any time.