Rabbi Tuckman:
I am Rabbi Tuckman, purveyor of sacramental wine and moyel extraordinaire.
Merry Men:
'ello Rabbi!
Rabbi Tuckman:
Hello boys!
Robin Hood:
A moyel... I don't believe I've ever heard of that profession.
Rabbi Tuckman:
A moyel is a very important guy. He makes circumcisions.
Scarlet:
What, pray tell, sir, is a circumcision?
Rabbi Tuckman:
It's the latest craze. The ladies love it!
Little John:
I'll take one!
Ahchoo:
Hey, put me down for two!
Robin Hood:
I'm game. How's it done?
Rabbi Tuckman:
It's a snap. [demonstrates with a carrot and a miniature guillotine]
Rabbi Tuckman:
I take my machine here, I take your little thing, I put it through this hole, and then... [releases the blade, cutting the end off the carrot]
Rabbi Tuckman:
I nip the tip! Whose first?
Merry Men:
[groan]
Little John:
I changed me mind!
Ahchoo:
I forgot, I already got one.
Blinkin:
[puts his hand in the air] Question... [Ahchoo pulls his arm down silencing him]
Rabbi Tuckman:
I gotta start working with a younger crowd.
Mustafa:
[taking Ego's order] Do you know what you'd like this evening, sir?
Anton Ego:
Yes, I think I do. After reading a lot of overheated puffery about your new cook, you know what I'm craving? A little perspective. That's it. I'd like some fresh, clear, well seasoned perspective. Can you suggest a good wine to go with that?
Mustafa:
With what, sir?
Anton Ego:
Perspective. Fresh out, I take it?
Mustafa:
I am, uh...
Anton Ego:
Very well. Since you're all out of perspective and no one else seems to have it in this BLOODY TOWN, I'll make you a deal. You provide the food, I'll provide the perspective, which would go nicely with a bottle of Cheval Blanc 1947.
Mustafa:
I'm afraid... your dinner selection?
Anton Ego:
[stands up angrily] Tell your chef Linguini that I want whatever he dares to serve me. Tell him to hit me with his best SHOT.
Miles Raymond:
What about you?
Maya:
What about me?
Miles Raymond:
I don't know. Why are you into wine?
Maya:
Oh I... I think I... I originally got in to wine through my ex-husband.
Miles Raymond:
Ah.
Maya:
You know, he had this big, sort of show-off cellar, you know.
Miles Raymond:
Right.
Maya:
But then I discovered that I had a really sharp palate.
Miles Raymond:
Uh-huh.
Maya:
And the more I drank, the more I liked what it made me think about.
Miles Raymond:
Like what?
Maya:
Like what a fraud he was. [Miles laughs softly]
Maya:
No, I- I like to think about the life of wine.
Miles Raymond:
Yeah.
Maya:
How it's a living thing. I like to think about what was going on the year the grapes were growing; how the sun was shining; if it rained. I like to think about all the people who tended and picked the grapes. And if it's an old wine, how many of them must be dead by now. I like how wine continues to evolve, like if I opened a bottle of wine today it would taste different than if I'd opened it on any other day, because a bottle of wine is actually alive. And it's constantly evolving and gaining complexity. That is, until it peaks, like your '61. And then it begins its steady, inevitable decline.
Miles Raymond:
Hmm.
Maya:
And it tastes so fucking good.
Junior Smalls:
[Dink arrives the wine storage] I bet it ain't old Dink. Hey, need a jar of hooch, buddy? Millard, fetch a pint for Dink.
Dink:
Listen, you boys need to get on out of here.
Junior Smalls:
[turns to Willie] This your buddy? You know how much he and that mongrel cost us tonight?
Dink:
I said you need to get out of here.
Junior Smalls:
Hey Millard, listen to who's talking? Mr. Hitler's best friend. [Millard teases Dink, and Junior takes a shovel]
Junior Smalls:
And I think it's you who better get out of here.
Dink:
[clutchs the shovel to take it away from Junior as he tries to hit him with it, and shoves Junior to the wall] Get your moonshine and get the hell out of here. And I better never see you around here again, GOT THAT?
Millard:
Come on Junior, let's go. Come on! [Dink puts down the shovel]
Junior Smalls:
Yeah, it's getting too damn popular around here anyway.
Dink:
[grabs Junior as he tries to walk away and shoves him to the wall again] You better hope that dog lives. [releases Junior]
