[He casually approaches her, so the gun is right on his heart]
Matty: Go on, then.
Franky: I don’t have to take this shit anymore.
Matty: No, you don’t. Bang! [she is startled. He looks her up and down] You’re beautiful.
Franky: No. No, I’m not. I’m… I’m a no-good shit magnet. I’m… I’m nothing.
Matty: So why do I see a… glorious fucking head-fuck thing?
[He turns and walks away]
Franky: Who are you? Don’t…
Matty: See you around. Remember to aim straight for the heart, next time.
[He smiles at her and leaves]