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- I know that.

- what do you mean, you know?

- I know. I know it's not gonna work.

why wouldn't it work? were you in here

while I was sleepin', goin' through my stuff?

- No! No!

- You weren't going through my...

- Did you touch this? what are you so nervous about?

- No!

- I'm not nervous!

- You're not ner... well, don't move. Don't move!

Stay here. This better work.

This better work.

- [Clicks On]

- " [Rock]

- You're lucky.

- [Bangs, Sizzles]

- " [Stops]

- And it doesn't work because you never fix...

the electrical in this building.

[Sighs]

I wasn't spyin' on you. I was just curious.

I wanted to get to know

more about you.

Let me tell you something, okay?

I'm not lookin' to make any friends.

I don't think that's

gonna be a big problem.

- [Hinges Creaking]

- Pain in the ass.

[Laughing And Talking

All Together]

what is it? what? what?

what? what?

Kritski, looks like your automobile

lost a little weight.

[Laughing Uncontrollably]

- [woman] He hasn't figured it out yet!

- [Men Continue Laughing]

- [Alarm warbling]

- [Laughing]

- The alarm works!

- [Alarm Continues]

- No tires, but the alarm works!

- Never see that!

[Alarm Continues, Very Loud]

A robber's market!

watch it.

Ah, sh*t!

You didn't see anything?

You didn't see anything.

You didn't hear that thing?

The alarm didn't go off?

- You didn't hear nothing?

Did you hear anything?

- No.

- I didn't hear anything either.

- I didn't hear anything either. "

[Laughs] Did ya...

I know you didn't hear anything.

[Laughing Continues]

- Ofay! Yo, white boy, what you doin' down here?

- white-ass motherf***er!

what are you,

the welcome wagon?

[Louie] Hey, nice outfits.

where's the rest of the band?

[Laughing]

what's the matter, no sense of humor?

Get out of my way!

Get! Get!

[Man]

we can double that bet.

- There. You make yours.

- Hey, where's the storekeeper?

- Let's give the shot.

- where's the storekeeper, guys?

- I'll take that bet.

- Oh! what do I look like, a mirage?

- I got the cue, and I'll take it.

- Go ahead. Cue ahead.

- what the hell do you want?

- You know what I want.

I want to get

fitted for a tuxedo.

Is this a grocery store,

or what?

You sell these groceries,

or you guys got 'em for snacks?

what do you need?

'Kay. Let me see. I got my girl comin' over.

I need some wine.

what kind of wine

do you have here? Boy!

You got...

what the f*** is that?

You expect me to drink

screw-top wine?

You want a buzz?

It's gonna have to come from this.

Maybe I'll just get some essentials,

so we don't starve to death.

- [Bangs]

- Holy sh*t.

Your bread is older than your f***in' wine!

[Laughing]

You get it? It's...

This is aged!

This is... See, this

should be aged, and...

You don't... You get it?

what a sense of humor!

[Laughing]

Am I on Candid Camera in this place or what?

Um, I'll have, uh, peanut butter.

Do you have any peanut butter?

- One kind only.

- One kind only.

Let me ask you a question.

why is that you have

- and you only have one kind of peanut butter?

- [Sighs, Clears Throat]

Because we don't get too many

fussy little white pricks in here.

Okay.

[Traffic, People Chattering]

- want me to carry that bag?

- Hey, don't sneak up on me like that, Tito.

- I wasn't sneaking up on you.

- Yes, you did. what are you doin' here?

- I work here!

- You work where?

Yeah, I beat out 70 other guys

for this job.

Get outta here. You were followin' me.

why'd you follow me?

'Cause I knew you were out of stale bread,

three-year-old peanut butter...

- and fifty-cent wine.

- Just get out of my bag, kid.

Yo, yo. You want me

to carry the bag, or what?

Hey yo, yo, no.

I don't want you to carry my bag.

I don't need you to carry my bag.

I don't need you to do nothin' for me.

You know why?

'Cause I ain't scared in this neighborhood.

And you know why I'm not scared?

'Cause I walk it like I talk it.

[Bang]

- what's the matter with you?

- [Laughing, Catcalls]

what do you mean,

what's the matter with me?

- Nothing's wrong with me.

- [Sighing] God!

- Didn't you hear me yell, Dive? "

- Oh.

I said, Dive. "

what do you mean, Come on"?

I only did that 'cause you were here.

I was worried about you.

- Oh, right.

- You know that was a gunshot?

You could have got hit.

- Uh-huh.

- [Trains Screeching]

You walkin' funny, man.

Did you sh*t in your pants?

- No!

- You mean, that's the way you always walk?

- Oh, hey. Tito! How's it goin', man?

- Hey.

- who was that, your dealer?

- My father.

- Your father?

- Yeah.

Boy, your mother

must like 'em young.

- My mother?

- Yeah, that lady you live with.

That's my grandmother.

- I don't know where my mother is.

- Oh.

How much they pay you

on this job you have?

- I work for tips.

- Oh, yeah?

All right, take this.

You run it up to the house.

- There you go. There's a fin.

- Thank you.

Thank you?

That's it?

- That's five dollars I gave ya.

- Thank you, massa. Thank you, massa.

- Thank y... F*** you, kid.

- F*** you, too.

F*** me.

- Follow the bee. Follow the bee.

where's the bee? Buz-z-z...

- well...

[Crowd Chattering]

[Marlon] Thank you for giving me the

opportunity to have this little workshop here.

while I go there and get...

and hit the big time.

Okay, I won't forget you

when I hit the big time.

- Follow the bee. where's the bee?

- [Groaning, Laughing]

[Chattering Continues]

- Bee-z-z-z... -

- [Laughing]

It's just like lovemaking.

Follow the bee.

- You're looking for the bee.

- There you go, man. I know what you're saying.

- Come on, man.

- which one is it?

- That's it. I'll take that money now.

- You sure?

That's it, man.

I got it. Yeah!

- Forty. Get me 80, man. Forty get me 80.

- I hope you keep that smile...

- when you lose... wait a second.

- Your rent money!

wait a minute, man.

I'm fumbling all over here.

- Look at this guy. He beat me already, you know?

- You're doin' okay.

- I've been watchin' you. Let me have the rent money.

- I'm not doin' okay.

Just hold on a second,

I'll give you all your rent money.

- You wanna play some rounds?

- I don't wanna play!

Nobody wants to play for fun anymore.

Everything has to be for money.

For money, you know?

That's what ruined the Olympics.

[Player]

Yeah. You're right.

- That's the bee.

- That's $20 minimum bet.

- Okay. Fine with me.

- where's the money?

- which one is it? This one?

- Right there. Uh-huh.

[Groans]

So sorry. See what happens?

we're lookin' for the bee, my man.

That's where the honey is.

See, that's where the money...

You get the king, you get the sting. Sorry.

I was lucky.

I don't know if I have the nerves for this.

There's a lot of nerves in this game,

you know what I'm sayin'?

Hey, ain't you gonna give me

a chance to win my money back?

what, are you crazy? No.

Fifty dollars, minimum bet, now.

- Okay.

- Okay. where's your money?

- Show me.

- Excuse me, excuse me. I been hangin' around.

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