Pacquiao: That's it Bob. i'm tired of you robbing me. My contract is up. I'm out of here

Arum: First of all, don't you ever speak without permission again. And did you just call me Bob? Who the fuck do you think you're talking to, boy? You address me as Daddy. And you're not going anywhere

Pacquiao: No I will not call you daddy. I'm big boy. And I want Mayweather fight. And you in the way of it

Arum: You better thank God I'm in the way of it. Mayweather would whip your fucking ass. Not even your moms voodoo spells would help you

Pacquiao: Me no care. I'm tired of you making double what I make every time I fight

Arum: Double? Stupid muthafukka. I make triple what you make every time you fight. And your not going anywhere. I got dirt on you.

Pacquiao: Me don't do that stuff no more. It'll just be your word against mine. And me more popular than you:

Arum: Than I'll go to the IRS. And I guarantee they'll rob you worse than I been. Now sign this fucking contract

Pacquiao: Me no care. Me got lot of fans. They'll never let me go broke. They love me

Arum: We'll see how much they love you when these the pictures of what happened in China get out. You remember China, right? You. Them little boys. Orlando Cruz. All them Germen Sheppard sandwiches. Didn't think I knew about that, huh muthafuuka?

Pacquiao: Me just playing, daddy. I'll sign