The Gambler Page #3
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- Year:
- 1974
- 111 min
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he was sending me to a clerk.
Hey, fella.
Hey, come here, you!
Hey, buddy!
- Hey, it's me.
- So what?
So what your ass.
What are you tryin' to do?
Chase away the whole neighborhood?
- F*** 'em.
- I gotta use your phone.
- Go ahead.
- Do me a favor. Turn that lower.
Hey, listen. I tried
to call your office before.
Hello? This is Hips. What the f***
are you tryin' to pull?
Yeah? Well, I wouldn't count
on that if I was you.
You could get the marines
and the Arab guerrillas...
and 20 n*ggers with chains and
they could all be protectin' you...
and I'd still kick your f***in'
face in if I ain't paid tomorrow.
Yeah?
I'll come throw lye in your eyes.
I'll boil your lungs in oil.
You dirty, lowdown stool pigeon,
motherfuckin' degenerate dog!
Die!
What is that Italian?
What? It don't mean nothin'.
But anything that sounds Italian
scares the sh*t out of them.
That's pretty good.
No, it ain't. You don't got
to flatter me, Axel.
Anybody reads Shakespeare,
he ain't impressed by match tricks.
- To the contrary.
- "To the contrary"!
I love the way you talk. Nobody
uses expressions the way you do.
Would you like something to eat?
Little yogurt or something?
I didn't come to eat.
How much you got for me?
Nothing today.
Tomorrow.
You know what's standing between
your skull and a baseball bat?
My word.
I told my people you're legitimate,
so for now they ain't too crazy.
But that could change tonight.
What is this? You never gave me
this sh*t before, Hips.
You never been in this trouble.
Let me tell you somethin'.
It's bullshit when they say
that a man which owe 50,000...
is in the same doghouse
with a man which owe 15.
I have to finish getting dressed.
I'll get it for you, all right?
I hope you're not gettin' it by
bettin' with some other bookmaker.
I'll get it!
I'll see youse.
Rebecca has a little present
for you.
Silver cuff links!
How lovely!
- My darling boy.
- Happy birthday, Gramp.
I see you're wearing
your favorite tie.
Well, I take my style
from the master.
Let there be silence.
Silence.
My grandson, the distinguished
professor of literature...
and future author
of immortal books...
has requested your attention.
We are living in an age...
that subverts the breeding
of men like A.R. Lowenthal.
Hear, hear.
In Lithuania,
when he was 13...
of a Cossack pig...
who had knocked his mother
to the ground.
At 15, he prowled New York
as a bandit...
until he had the cash to feed
a family of five.
At 20, he opened
a furniture store.
Which he built into two,
then fifteen...
then fifty, then a hundred.
Until finally he had the largest
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