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Clips from Harlem Nights

"- I got Mr Raymond's cigarettes. - Go on in the back."
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"Kid, give me my cigarettes."
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"Wait, wait, wait! Hold it."
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"What's this kid doing here? Get out before I kick your little ass."
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"You ain't kicking shit."
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"Don't worry about him. He runs errands for me."
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"I don't care who he is or what he does. Kids bring me bad luck."
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"The bet is fading. Stop talking and shoot the dice. You're fucking up the game."
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"I ain't shooting shit. I told you kids bring me bad luck. I can't stand them."
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"Now, get the fuck out of here before I kick your ass."
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"You ain't whupping shit. Shoot the dice, you snaggle-toothed motherfucker."
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"All right, I'm going to shoot."
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"But I'd better not crap. That's all I know, I'd better not crap."
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"Come on, 6. I've been waiting all night. Baby needs shoes, new clothes."
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"- And you need some teeth. - Shoot the goddamn dice, man!"
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"I'm going to shoot the damn dice. I'll send every one of you home broke."
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"Come on, 6, with your bad ass. Come on!"
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"Craps!"
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"What are you doing with this kid in here? Didn't I say they're bad luck?"
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"What's that sign say? 'Ray's Place'. That's me. This is my place."
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"I have in here whoever I want."
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"You lost. So pass the dice, or buy them from this motherfucker."
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"- And I ain't selling. - I ain't buying."
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"I'm going to shoot this again and you're going to get this kid out of here."
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"What the fuck is wrong with you? Man, look, you shot, you lost."
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"We'd have paid you if you won, but you lost."
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"Now, go home and brush that tooth."
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"You think that's funny?"
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"I told you I couldn't stand kids in the room."
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"- They're bad luck. You wouldn't listen. - I'm listening."
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"Listen to this."
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"I want back all the money I lost tonight plus what you took in."
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"Do you understand me, you smooth-talking son of a bitch?"
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"Tell that old frog-faced dude to go out there and bring back the money."
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"Tell him, or I'll stick your ass, and I'm going to stick him,"
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"and I'll stick this little Yankee ass, bad-luck motherfucker standing here."
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"Then you'll have to stick us because I ain't giving you shit."
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"Wait! Before you do, I just want to tell you one thing."
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"Tell me what, punk? What the fuck do you want to tell me?"
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"What do you want to tell me?"
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"- It slips my mind. - Slips your mind?"
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"Holy shit!"
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"Goddamn. I guess he does have bad luck with kids."
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"He was going to stab us, so I shot him."
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"Bennie, Slim, Moses, would you help get this dead motherfucker out, please?"
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"The game's over for tonight. I'm taking this boy home to his mother."
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"My mama's dead."
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"- Well, your daddy. - My father's dead, too."
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"- Did you kill them? - No, they're just dead."
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"Give me that pistol. Where do you stay?"
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"- I don't live nowhere. - You can stay with me for a while."
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"I wouldn't trust him in the house."
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"- He's all right. Give me five! - I ain't giving you shit."
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"He's one hell of a motherfucker."
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"Come on."
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"- I'll clean up. - Please."
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"So you shot him. How about some ice cream?"
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"CLUB SUGAR RA Y"
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"- Ray, look. Tommy is coming. - Where?"
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"- Over there. - Oh, shit!"
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"- Mr Smalls, good evening. - My man. How are you doing, brother?"
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"- Thank you. - Do you want me to kick his ass?"
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"No, don't kick his ass. Thank you, Roberto."
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"It looks like the competition has stopped by to check us out."
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"That's Tommy Smalls. He runs the Pitty Pat Club."
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"I know that's Smalls, but who's that girl with him? She is beautiful."
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"Wait a minute. Don't mess around with her."
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"That's the mistress of a famous gangster named Bugsy Calhoune."
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"That's Calhoune's girl?"
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"I heard about her."
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"What would a woman that fine want with a fat, nasty, greasy,"
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"fat, stank, bloated,"
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"cheesy-backed, twelve-sandwich-eating bastard like him?"
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"Maybe she likes fat guys. Want to check them out?"
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"I think I will."
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"Just check her out. I mean, don't fuck with her. You'll get in trouble."
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"- May I be of some assistance? - No, no. Not at all, Mr Quick."
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"We're just enjoying the night out."
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"- You boys ain't open tonight? - We wanted a change of atmosphere."
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"I'm sure you understand that, Mr Quick."
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"My name is Quick."
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"My name is Dominique La Rue, Mr Quick."
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"- Charmed to make your acquaintance. - La Rue, that's a French name, right?"
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"Creole. Born and raised in Louisiana."
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"Is that right?"
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"- Tommy Smalls. - Sugar Ray."
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"How's the laugh? I don't believe we've met."
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"- Dominique La Rue. - Tommy, would you like a table?"
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"Please. Thank you very much."
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"Curtis! Get Mr Smalls and his party one of our best tables."
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"You got it, sir. Right this way."
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"- Didn't I ask you not to mess with her? - I just said hi."
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"I know, but you got a way of saying hi. Just check them out."
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"All right. I'm cool."
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"Ray, I think you'd better go over to Bennie's crap table."
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"- People are complaining about him. - Why?"
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"- His glasses. - I got them yesterday."
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"I know, but he won't wear them. He says he don't need to."
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"No more bets. The dice are coming out. Let them roll."
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"- The point is four. - It was seven, man!"
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"I'm sorry, forgive me. That's a seven. Pay everybody. All right."
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"Dice coming out. Get your bets down. All right, shake them up."
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"- Five is the point. - Five? That is a nine, man!"
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"I've got something in my eye."
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"- Get it out, you blind motherfucker! - No more 'motherfuckers', you hear?"
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"We're going to shoot the dice now. Get your bets down."
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"- Eleven. - What's the matter with you?"
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"That's six, man!"
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"- Don't scream. - What are you doing?"
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"- How's it going, Bennie? - Real good."
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"Wally, take over for Bennie. I want to speak to him."
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"Gentlemen, enjoy the game."
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"- How's it going? - Real good."
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"I'm getting complaints."
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"That's them suckers losing their money. I'm Bennie 'Snake Eyes' Wilson."
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"I can call the dice before they roll. Done it for 40 years."
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"I know, Snake Eyes, but put on your glasses."
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"- I don't need no glasses. - I know. Just do me a favour."
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"- Yes, there you go. You look good. - I don't feel no different."
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"Well, let's try it."
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