Most scenes together: Vincenzo Coccotti & Clifford (6), Alabama Whitman & Clarence Worley (4), Lee Donowitz & Elliot (3)
...your son, the cowboy, it's claimed, came in the room blazin', and didn't stop 'till they were pretty sure everybody was dead.
What are you talkin' about?
Talkin' about a massacre. They snatched my narcotics, hightailed it outta there. Woulda got away with it, but your son, ****head that he is, left his driver's license in a dead guy's hand.
You know who I am, Mr. Worley?
I got no idea.
I'm the Anti-Christ. You got me in a vendetta kind of mood. You tell the angels in heaven you never seen evil so singularly personified as you did in the face of the man who killed you. My name is Vincent Coccotti. I work as counsel for Mr. Blue Lou Boyle, the man your son stole from. I hear you were once a cop so I can assume you've heard of us before. Am I correct?
I heard of Blue Lou Boyle.
I'm glad. Hopefully it means we can cut out the part of the conversation where you're wondering how full of shit I am.
You're no longer an extra...
...or a bit player...
...or a supporting actor...
...you're a **** star. You are a **** star. And you are going to be playing your one-man show for the next two **** years for a captive audience. And listen to this, you get out in a few years and meet some old lady, get married, and you'll be so understanding to your wife's needs because you'll know what it feels like to be a woman.
Of course, you'll only want to **** her in the ass because that pussy wont be tight enough anymore.
Good one detective, right you **** ****?
All right you're all under arrest put the guns down!
Monty **** you! All of you pigs drop your guns and back away.
Monty what the **** are you doing just put your gun down.
Drop your guns now mother****er!
Boris **** you, we can kill all of you assholes and you know it now get your ass on the floor!
Boris, shut the **** up. We're all gonna die here. These are cops.
Boris So what, they're cops, who gives a shit? Hey Lee, there's something I never told you about me: I hate ****in' cops.
Dick Clarence, do you have any idea how much coke you have here?
How much?
Dick I don't know, but it's a ****in' lot.
He must have thought it was white boy day. It ain't white boy day, is it?
Marty Nah man, It ain't white boy day.
No thanks? What does that mean? Means you ate before you came down here? All full. Is that it? Naw, I don't think so. I think you're too scared to be eatin'. Now, see we're sittin' down here, ready to negotiate, and you've already given up your shit. I'm still a mystery to you. But I know exactly where your white ass is comin' from. See, if I asked you if you wanted some dinner and you grabbed an egg roll and started to chow down, I'd say to myself, "This mother****er's carryin' on like he ain't got a care in the world. Who know? Maybe he don't. Maybe this fool's such a bad mother****er, he don't got to worry about nothin', he just sit down, eat my Chinese, watch my TV." See? You ain't even sat down yet. On that TV there, since you been in the room, is a woman with her breasteses hangin' out, and you ain't even bothered to look. You just been clockin' me. Now, I know I'm pretty, but I ain't as pretty as a couple of titties.
I'm not eatin' 'cause I'm not hungry. I'm not sittin' 'cause I'm not stayin'. I'm not lookin' at the movie 'cause I saw it seven years ago. It's "The Mack" with Max Julian, Carol Speed, and Richard Pryor, written by Bobby Poole, directed by Michael Campus, and released by Cinerama Releasing Company in 1984. I'm not scared of you. I just don't like you. In that envelope is some payoff money. Alabama's moving on to some greener pastures. We're not negotiatin'. I don't like to barter. I don't like to dicker. I never have fun in Tijuana. That price is non-negotiable. What's in that envelope is for my peace of mind. My peace of mind is worth that much. Not one penny more, not one penny more.
Elliot, how do we know this guy?
He's a friend of Dick.
Who the *static* -is dick?
You... you want me to suck his dick?
Who the **** is Dick?
Oh, oh! Who the **** is Dick?
What that take cost me?
$357,000.
Elliot, I swear to god someone is stealing from me.
Um..."Body Bags 2".
Ooh, that's imaginative. I've got more taste in my penis.
Lucy You want to take me to a Kung-Fu movie?
Three Kung-Fu movies.
Marty He's askin' about Alabama.
Where the **** is that bitch?
She's with me.
Who the **** are you?
I'm her husband.
Mentor I gotta hand it to you Clarence.
I was cool?
Mentor Naw man you were cooler than cool.
Hi.
Hi... cigarette?
No... that's a very nice outfit.
This? I got this in Las Vegas, Nevada.
Alabama, where's our coke and where's Clarence, and when's he coming back?
I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong room. My name is Sadie. We don't have any coke but there's a Pepsi machine down the hall. I don't know anybody named Clarence but perhaps my husband does. You can ask him because he'll be home any minute. He plays football. He's just at a... practice.
Frankie, tell Luca to go outside and do you know what. Do you know who I am, Mr. Worley?
I give up. Who are you?
I'm the Anti-Christ. You got me in a vendetta kind of mood. You tell the angels in heaven you never seen evil so singularly personified as you did in the face of the man who killed you. My name is Vincent Coccotti. I work as counsel for Mr. Blue Lou Boyle, the man your son stole from. I hear you were once a cop so I can assume you've heard of us before. Am I correct?
I've heard of Blue Lou Boyle.
I'm glad. Hopefully that will clear up the "How full of shit am I?" question you've been asking yourself.
