If I see the 108 pound nipple-boy named John Leguizamo attempt to play one more tough-shit-gangsta-hood-bad-ass, I will personally drive to South Central L.A. Malibu his mama's house in Brooklyn and stave his punkin head in with my autographed Lester Maddox mini pick axe handle. He sounds like an emasculated Rosie Perez, for chrissakes.
This is my promise.