:07:00
You're so busy with Harlem pennies,
you forget the big picture.
:07:03
Yeah, well,
nigger pennies... white pennies.
:07:08
They all add up to the same fucking thing:
my fucking dollars.
:07:12
Well, that's why l'm here. Ante up.
:07:16
Lulu, get the cash.
:07:20
When you give Dewey 2,000 of my
hard-earned dollars, tell him one thing.
:07:26
lf he don't back off, l'll kill him myself.
:07:29
Here, Dutch.
:07:42
- You got mustard on your suit.
- l'm breaking it in for a friend.
:07:52
Answer me this. Why would that
droopy-eyed, lowlife, greaseball pimp
:07:56
come all the way up to Harlem
when he could send a stooge?
:08:00
- l don't know.
- lt's rhetorical.
:08:06
lllinois, come on, baby.
Pay me some nevermind.
:08:09
Put them number slips away!
:08:11
Number slips is how l make my money.
You're confusing me, Pigfoot.
:08:15
l'm three slips short.
The Queen already don't like me.
:08:18
Would you just let a man
accomplish his business?
:08:21
l'm your business now.
You need to accomplish this.
:08:27
- Pigfoot.
- Huh?
:08:29
- What time do l have to turn in my slips?
- One o'clock.
:08:33
And what time do people check the paper
:08:35
to get the day's numbers
off them stock exchange totals?
:08:38
l'm not a goddamn idiot.
l know how to play the numbers.
:08:41
You need to be...
:08:46
- ls that your husband?
- How do l know?
:08:49
l know nothing about that two-timing,
gator-faced grape-cat!
:08:52
- Don't shoot him!
- l'm gonna fix his ass.
:08:55
- Don't shoot him!
- Don't shoot him?
:08:57
lf you don't get your ass in that closet...!