New Jack City
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:23:01
Chicken Alfredo. Chitlins Alfredo.
:23:06
Maybe get a better suit!
:23:08
Fuck you.
:23:12
Nino, I don't know.
:23:15
Frankie's an all-right guy.
:23:17
Fuck them scungili - eating motherfuckers.
:23:20
This is our thing. They don't want
to roll with it, we'll roll over them.

:23:40
This moolanyan must have an MX missile
instead of a cock, he gets so high.

:23:51
Our snitch was right.
:23:53
Nino and his Cash Money monkeys...
:23:55
...are dealing with those spicaroos
up on Broadway and 171 st.

:23:58
They don't even deny it.
:24:00
Nor does he accept
our partnership no more.

:24:03
Now, Gee Money, he was cool.
:24:06
It was that testa dura, Nino.
:24:13
You know what I say. You lay down with
Peruvian dogs, you get Spanish fleas.

:24:18
Soon Nino will itch.
:24:21
We'll be there
to scratch the hell out of him.

:24:30
1700 hours.
:24:32
Suspects hand out consumables
and the natives are restless.

:24:35
Yo, shut the fuck up, man.
:24:38
Ten years as a low-life, murderous bum.
:24:40
Nino's trying to purchase a conscience.
I ain't buying this Robin Hood bullshit.

:24:46
Oh shit, that's the kid I shot!
:24:50
Why don't you lose weight? You look
like a boiled yam wearing a belt!


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