Harlem Nights Page #3

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I won't ask a customer to roll over

so I can punch a goddamn clock.

This is your place, but I am in charge

of the girls. Just kiss my ass.

Sugar, stop doing that. Don't do that.

- How did we do tonight?

- We made 200.

200? You girls have been back there

all night. How come only 200?

Kiss my ass. I say nothing when

the crap tables and the bar are short.

That's because

just the girls come up short.

- Calm down, Vera.

- Kiss my ass. What's Quick saying?

- You're in charge of the girls, right?

- I am in charge of the girls.

- Are you in charge of the girls?

- I am.

The girls are always coming up short.

Even when the place is packed

the girls come up short.

Either you or them

have a problem with arithmetic.

Are you saying I'm stealing?

The man didn't say that.

Sit down and shut up.

You shut up, Bennie. I'd tell you to kiss

my ass, but you're too blind to find it.

F*** you, b*tch.

- Me and you got to step out back.

- It was a misunderstanding.

No, it ain't no misunderstanding.

Quick just accused me of stealing.

If you want to defend Quick,

then we can all be fighting tonight.

Bring your ass, n*gger. Come on.

Bring your ass. Get up and come on.

All right, b*tch, you want to fight?

We'll fight, then.

You fat motherf***er,

I'm tired of your sh*t!

I'm going to beat the sh*t

out of your ass.

Don't hold me, Sugar.

No, Sugar, let me go!

- Just scaring her a little. Don't hold me!

- You f***ing with a heavyweight.

Treating me like I'm some kind of dog.

I'll kick his ass.

Come on. Come on!

Come on. Don't you want to talk?

You've insulted me

and I've got to kick your ass.

And afterwards

I don't want no hard feelings.

What is wrong with you?

What is wrong with you?

You accused me of stealing.

Only thing I'm stealing is your face.

- Are you out of your f***ing mind?

- Oh, yeah...

That's what I'm talking about.

Come on, sucker. Let's get it on.

You want to fight?

Come on. I'm going to beat the sh*t

out of your ass, motherf***er.

- You punch people in the eyes? B*tch.

- Is that all you got?

You think that's all?

I'm going to blast your teeth out.

- N*gger, you hit like a b*tch.

- You're slower than you thought.

I punch like a b*tch, OK?

I punch like a b*tch?

Say goodnight to this b*tch now.

You're going to have to learn

to respect me.

And the next time...

...you accuse me of stealing,

I'll kick your ass again.

You crazy b*tch.

Oh, you want to hit people

with garbage cans?

Now I've got to cut you.

Vera, put that razor away.

Put it away, or I'll blow

your pinkie toe off.

Now you're going to shoot me

in my pinkie toe.

I'm not playing with you.

I'll blow that little black, crusty toe

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