Dee Loc:
[answers phone] Hello?
Slim:
Hey, we tha kidnappers, and we want tha money for Mr. Wash
Dee Loc:
Well, how much ya want?
Slim:
Uh, hold on a sec, [turns to face]
Slim:
How much we want?
Face:
Tell him we want 50 cent fool
Slim:
Oh, ok [talks to Dee Loc on phone]
Slim:
we want 50 cent fool uh, hold on a sec [turns to face]
Slim:
so that's what this is about, for two punk-ass motherfuckin' quarters!
Face:
we want 50 thousand dollars fool!
Slim:
Oh, ok [talks to Dee Loc on phone]
Slim:
we want 50 thousand dollars fool!
Dee Loc:
[Dee Loc laughs and turns to friends] These guys are just plain stupid!
Slim:
...And we want the money in fresh, crisp 20's
Face:
100's fool!
Slim:
oh, 100's fool!
Gary:
What kind of bullshit move was that?
Brooke:
I'm sorry, what? What happened?
Gary:
Oh don't be coy with me. You sent that animal over here to attack me when I was hung over and weak.
Brooke:
Oh no. Look, all I know is The Tone Rangers they needed some place to rehearse so I very clearly told Richard stay in my room, which you explained to me was my space to do with what I want.
Gary:
Is that how you want to play it? Cause I'll play it like that. I'll play it like Lionel Richie, all night long, lady. Oh yeah. I'll call some guys from my neck of the woods. And we're not talking about, Brooke, about a couple of queens who know a few grapples. We're talking about Polacks that don't have a goddamn future. That's right. We can make shit real uncomfortable around here, and that's what we're going to do.
Brooke:
Please, come on. You know what, you're just embarrassed because Richard kicked your ass.
Gary:
Richard did not kick my ass. What Richard did was attack me when I was half asleep.
Brooke:
Really, is that how you see it?
Gary:
There's a real big gap between getting your ass kicked and having a dancing, singing sprite fool you with trickery and then strike your throat before you even know you're in a fight. But I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand that, because all you do is make moves from up in your ivory tower.
Eddie:
Boy, look, look! Look! Your daddy may not had a whole lot of money. Oh, but he was rich, because he invested in people. What'd you think? You think I was the only one he gave a job to, Calvin? No! That man opened up the doors to anybody and any knucklehead around here in the city of Chicago that wanted to come down here and make somebody out themselves. Gave the opportunity to be somebody! A licensed professional barber. Now, me, myself, personally... I wouldn't gave half these bail-jumpers the opportunity. But, you know, it's just hard enough. You sit in there and try to cut somebody's head and gotta worry about this fool over there trying to shank you. But let me tell you somethin'. At the end of the day... the end of the day, I was glad I was here. And now you!
And, conversely, she went on to herself, sneering at the Grand Duke's palace, poverty is wasted on the poor, who never know how to make the best of things, are only the rich without money, are just as useless at looking after themselves, can't handle their cash just like the rich can't, always squandering it on bright, pretty, useless things in just the same way.
Love? Sodding, bloody, tossing, bloody, sodding, bloody love? Irrelevant, superfluous, bloody, ruddy, rotten, sodding love? What ho? Wherefore? What the f*ck? Love?
