Split It.

jesse: battery's dead.
mr. white: jesse. back when I asked you to put the keys in a safe place, where did you put them?jesse: i left them right here. In the, um... the ignition.
mr. white: son of a bitch.
jesse: no, this is not my fault, alright? the buzzer didn't buzz.
mr. white: the what?
jesse: the buzzer! the buzzer that buzzes when you put the keys in. to like let you know that the battery's on. i know that! it didn't buzz. look, i didn't turn the key or anything, alright? i'm not stupid. did you hear the buzzer buzz? i did not... it's faulty, it's a faulty mechanism.
mr. white: is this just a genetic thing with you? is it congenital? did your, did your mother drop you on your head when you were a baby?(ahahhhahahushaçkfklas)
jesse: the buzzer did not buzz! and you were the one that made me move the keys in the first place, remember?
mr. white: yes, I see your point. your imbecility being what it is, I should have known to say jesse, don't leave the keys in the ignition the entire two days.
jesse: i wanted to leave them on the counter. bitch! i'm sorry, oh, the "work station"!