Police Officer: [cops drive up after the drug dealer shoot-out] Whaddaya got, Riggs?
Martin Riggs: There's three down, and one loose in here, he's got black hair and a red shirt...
Police Officer: Okay, let's go! I'm coverin' the left side...
[Riggs weaves around through Christmas trees, and the 3rd dealer jumps him]
Drug Dealer #3: Freeze! Freeze! Gimme the gun!
[to Riggs, holding a gun to his head]
Drug Dealer #3: How's it feel, sucker?
Martin Riggs: Hey... shoot 'im!
Police Officer: Drop it, prick!
Martin Riggs: Hey, shoot him! Shoot him! Shoot him! Will somebody shoot this prick? Shoot 'im! Shoot 'im!
Drug Dealer #3: Shut the fuck up!
Policewoman: [drawing a bead on the dealer] Freeze!
Martin Riggs: Shoot him! Shoot him! Somebody shoot this prick? Shoot 'im! Shoot 'im!
Martin Riggs: [to drug dealer] Shoot me! Shoot me! Shoot me! Ohhh...
[in frustration, Riggs head-butts him, grabs the gun away from him, and holds it to the dealer's throat]