:02:02
So I went the white-boy way
of slinging crack rock.
:02:05
I became a stockbroker.
:02:14
- Get off!
- Two hundred!
:02:18
Put your money back down!
Yo! Put your money back down!
:02:42
So l got in at this firm,
J. T. Marlin...
:02:45
owned by
this guy Michael Brantley...
:02:48
a salesman among salesmen.
:02:50
Mr. Brantley!
:02:53
- Mr. Brantley! Welcome! How are you?
- How you gonna handle these guys?
:02:57
- They´re great.
- You think you can handle this or what?
:03:00
- I think so. We can handle it.
- You can handle it?
:03:10
A double scotch on the rocks.
:03:20
Holy shit, yo.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo!
:03:23
That´s the jockey from Venezuela.
He´s a sicko. He weighs like 48 pounds.
:03:27
119, but you´re close, slut.
:03:30
Whatever. Give me three-to-one
on that skinny little nigger.
:03:32
Richie, Richie.
Do me a favor, will you?
:03:36
Just for, like, ten minutes.
Just give it a rest.
:03:39
Yo, homes, I need some "chocaine."
I need some motherfuckin´ nose candy.
:03:43
I need some cizzi up my nizzi...
:03:45
´cause I need to get high
like a motherfucker.
:03:47
Know what l´m sayin´?
So give me some of that nose candy.
:03:50
Bring that table over here.
:03:53
Everybody quiet down for a second.
All right. Hold on.
:03:57
Thanks. I wanted to let you know those
pikers at the N.A.S.D. are off our ass.