[When Niko's right, he's right: while Tuco makes a pitiful attempt to wrestle Boone's hand away from him before the needle sinks into his shoulder, he doesn't exactly look as if he's about to be jumping to his feet anytime soon. That's not to say he's lost all his fight, though. Directing an absolutely furious expression towards Boone, he kicks his leg, blurting out a strained:]
Me cago en tu puta madre. [And then, twitching his head in Belloq's direction:] Y tú.
I never— [There's a flicker of confusion and he lets his chin sag to his chest, looking rather like he's lost whatever steam he was trying to build up.] I didn't do anything. [It comes out as a creaky, distracted whine. Rather than glowering at his companions, however, he's now focused in on what appears to be a thin line sticking up from his thigh. An itchy line—one that hurts like a son of a bitch if you try to flatten it.
Moving his hand away, he rolls back and mouths a few variations of the word 'shit'. His arm hurts. His ego hurts.]
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Me cago en tu puta madre. [And then, twitching his head in Belloq's direction:] Y tú.
I never— [There's a flicker of confusion and he lets his chin sag to his chest, looking rather like he's lost whatever steam he was trying to build up.] I didn't do anything. [It comes out as a creaky, distracted whine. Rather than glowering at his companions, however, he's now focused in on what appears to be a thin line sticking up from his thigh. An itchy line—one that hurts like a son of a bitch if you try to flatten it.
Moving his hand away, he rolls back and mouths a few variations of the word 'shit'. His arm hurts. His ego hurts.]