"Uh-huh. . .yeah, you look real good at me. Before we do business, before anything changes hands I want you to hear this - If you try to cross me, I will fuck you. If you tell the cops about me, I will find you, then I will fuck you. And if you are a cop -"
"Okay. . .uh, yeah. Listen up, girl. Cash-money up front and that is non-negotiable in your case. So we're clear, I've got not one moral fiber restraining me against hitting a bitch should she get out of line, you understand?"
"I will fuck you and your whole family, including that squirrel in your yard. Now that we know the terms, what can I do to make you walk out feeling like you just flew first class with a cheerleader in your lap?"
"That said, what can I do to make you feel like the world is your bucket of fudge ripple with walnuts?"
"Yeah. . .that is what I love about this business. Fine women come to my house for my shit. I don't even got to call them on the phone or anything. Say there, pretty lady, what can I hook you up with tonight?"
"My staff maintains at all times a twenty-four carat smorgasboard of A+ narcotics guaranteed to make the competition's shit seem like a weak cappucino in comparison. White, green, blues, reds, black - pick a color."
"Ain't that a goddamn coincidence? You know you're the second person to ask for that tonight? Considering that's not a very popular item, I have really got to wonder why you thought I might have some."
"Mercurio? Yeah, we know him. We know Mercurio, don't we? How is our friend, Mercurio?"
"I like my balls where they are, right now, thank you very much. Shit. . .you have got to be one of the stupidest motherfuckers in existence. What'd I tell you when you came in here, huh? Get the boat ready, boys. We're going shark fishing."
"Explosives? Fun stuff. You can get yourself a lot of attention that way. I may have something. Why would you need to get your hands on some fireworks?"
"Sure, okay. I've got some stuff that'll do the trick. Astrolite - it's like TNT's bigger, meaner cousin with a prison record. I don't like keeping the stuff around - too dangerous - so I'll let you have it for a little less than the going rate."
"Yeah? And who'd you hear that from? The Yellow Pages? Seems a little suspicious. . .Know what, I'll let you have the Astrolite. Right when we get into international waters. Boys! We're going to go do a little shark fishing!"
"Is that a fact, jack! Damn. . .I tell you what. - if you can get out of here without a bullet through your face, I'll let you keep it."
"You just bought yourself a bomb. You get caught with this, you didn't get it from me, understand? I don't care if you you tell 'em Santa Claus brought it for you. But you drop my name, and you'll wish you would have blown yourself up."
"Mmm-hmm. . .I'd be open to negotiations. . .Question is - how open are you?"
"Yo, go check the odometer on my car."
"Now, I'll give you what you want. . .but I got what you need."
"In your case, hell no! Every night I got some skeez trying to hang it up on me for a hit. I wouldn't take that shit if you promised me a van of blow. Damn. . ."
"You mean you've been wasting my time! I fucking hate that shit. Get out of my house before I feed your broke, pale ass to my dogs!"
"We're done here."
"Hey, there's someone in here!"
"Hey, look over here!"
"W h a t t h e h e l l ? ! ? "
"Somebody fix the goddamn lights!"
"Hey! Fix the lights, damn it!"
"Ah Ug!"
"You sure you're good for it? 'Cause all it means to me if you're not is a little late-night shark fishing trip with the boys, if you understand what I'm saying. Here. You hold on to it. But if you don't pay me, your life is shit. Understand?"
"Fleet-footed god? What are you talking about? You got to be on somethin'..."
"Midnight wind? Yeah, right. You got snitch written all over you. Boys! Start up the boat! We're going to go do a little shark fishing!"