I got nothing, I'm not a damn millionaire, you lunatic!

[ He's aware he's going to run out of space to step backward eventually, so he lets himself get a firmer grasp on the handle of his knife. ]

You want my credit cards? You're more than welcome to have those. C'mon though, you don't need this. And I don't need this, there's-- uh, gotta be someplace else that you should be, huh?