Harlem Nights
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:06:00
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Man, look, you shot, you lost.

:06:05
We'd have paid you
if you won, but you lost.

:06:08
Now, go home and brush that tooth.
:06:13
You think that's funny?
:06:15
I told you
I couldn't stand kids in the room.

:06:19
- They're bad luck. You wouldn't listen.
- l'm listening.

:06:23
Listen to this.
:06:24
I want back all the money
I lost tonight plus what you took in.

:06:29
Do you understand me,
you smooth-talking son of a bitch?

:06:33
Tell that old frog-faced dude to go
out there and bring back the money.

:06:39
Tell him, or l'll stick your ass,
and l'm going to stick him,

:06:43
and l'll stick this little Yankee ass,
bad-luck motherfucker standing here.

:06:49
Then you'll have to stick us
because I ain't giving you shit.

:06:53
Wait! Before you do,
I just want to tell you one thing.

:06:57
Tell me what, punk?
What the fuck do you want to tell me?

:07:01
What do you want to tell me?
:07:04
- It slips my mind.
- Slips your mind?

:07:12
Holy shit!
:07:16
Goddamn. I guess
he does have bad luck with kids.

:07:22
He was going to stab us, so I shot him.
:07:27
Bennie, Slim, Moses, would you help
get this dead motherfucker out, please?

:07:42
The game's over for tonight.
l'm taking this boy home to his mother.

:07:46
My mama's dead.
:07:48
- Well, your daddy.
- My father's dead, too.

:07:53
- Did you kill them?
- No, they're just dead.

:07:56
Give me that pistol.
Where do you stay?


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