Bugsy Malone Page #5

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Button your lip.

You're all washed up.

- Give a guy a break.

- Get him!

Now listen to what I

say, and listen good.

There's only room for one

Mr. Big in this town.

And that's me, Dandy Dan.

The time has come for

us to play our next card.

Believe me, Fat Sam

and his dumb bums...

ain't gonna stand in our way.

We could've been anything...

that we wanted to be.

But don't it make your heart glad...

that we take pride in it...

we became the best at being bad.

We could've been

anything we wanted to be...

with all the talent we had.

No doubt about it,

we whine and we pout it...

we're the very best at being...

bad guys.

We're rotten to the core...

congratulations,

no one likes you anymore...

bad guys...

we're the very worst.

Each of us contemptible...

we're criticized and cursed...

we've made the big-time...

malicious and mad...

we're the very best at being bad.

Look at me, I'm dancin'.

We could've been anything

we wanted to be...

we took the easy way out...

with a little training,

we've mastered complaining...

made us seem unnecessary...

we're so rude, it's scary...

We could've been anything

we wanted to be...

with all the talent we had...

with a little practice

we made every black list...

we're the very best...

at being bad...

we're the very best...

at being bad.

Where you shovin' me?

We're the very best at being bad.

What are you doing?

Get in here, you bunch

of peanut brains.

Get in here, you dummies.

We got business

to do. Move it!

Come on, get in here.

We got business to do.

We can't waste

all this time.

Right.

Let's get down to it.

Don't do that, Snake Eyes.

It's thinking time.

And don't do that, Knuckles.

Sure thing, boss.

Let's start at the beginning.

We're being outsmarted

by that lounge lizard.

And we're gonna get back on top.

Back on top.

We'll kick that drugstore cowboy...

- into line.

- You bet, boss.

We've been a little slow off

the mark, but dumb bums we ain't.

No, dumb bums we ain't.

Hand me a pie.

- Louie, over there in the corner.

- Me, boss?

Why me?

Louie, into the corner.

What did I do?

Nothing, Louie.

You see? Missed.

Okay, Lou. You can sit down.

Even a dumb bum like

Louie is too quick for us.

That's our trouble.

We're behind the times.

I don't get it.

We'll never get back on top

with this kind of hardware.

It's old-fashioned.

In short, we gotta

get that gun.

- Hello.

- Want some information?

- Start gabbin'...

- It's about the splurge gun.

It's at the Hung Fu

Shin laundry company.

Yeah. Okay. Thanks.

We've had a little break.

Who knows the Hung Fu

Shin laundry company?

My friend tells me that's

where they stash the guns.

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