Do the Right Thing

RADIO RAHEEM: Ya back is got.

BUGGIN' OUT: My brother.

RADIO RAHEEM: My brother.

RADIO RAHEEM: You don't like Public Enemy? It's the dope shit.

BUGGIN' OUT: I like 'em, but you don't play anything else.

RADIO RAHEEM: I don't like anything else.

BUGGIN' OUT: Check this out. Y'know Sal's.

RADIO RAHEEM: Yeah, I know dat motherfucker.

BUGGIN' OUT: I'm trying to organize a boycott of Sal's pizza joint. Ya see what I'm saying?

RADIO RAHEEM: I almost had to yoke him this afternoon. Tell me, tell me, Radio Raheem, to turn my music down. Didn't even say please. Who the fuck he think he is? Don Corleone and shit.

BUGGIN' OUT: He makes all his money off us Black people and I don't see nuthin' but Italians all up in there, Sylvester Stallone and motherfuckers. Ya see what I'm saying, homeboy?

RADIO RAHEEM: Talk to me.

BUGGIN' OUT: We shouldn't buy a single slice, spend a single penny in that motherfucker till some people of color are put up in there.

RADIO RAHEEM: That's what I'm talkin' 'bout. That's what I'm talkin' 'bout.

BUGGIN' OUT: You got my back.

BUGGIN' OUT: How you be?

RADIO RAHEEM: I be. I'm living large.

BUGGIN' OUT: Is that the only tape you got?

CLIFTON: I'm gonna leave now.

BUGGIN' OUT: If I wasn't a righteous Black man you'd be in serious trouble. SERIOUS.

BUGGIN' OUT: What do you want to live in a Black neighborhood for? Motherfuck gentrification.

CLIFTON: I'm under the assumption that this is a free country and one can live where he pleases.

BUGGIN' OUT: I'll fuck you up quick two times.

BUGGIN' OUT: Who told you to step on my sneakers? Who told you to walk on my side of the block? Who told you to be in my neighborhood?

CLIFTON: I own a brownstone on this block.

BUGGIN' OUT: Who told you to buy a brownstone on my block, in my neighborhood on my side of the street?

BUGGIN' OUT: Yo!

CLIFTON: Yes?

BUGGIN' OUT: You almost knocked me down. The word is "excuse me."

CLIFTON: Excuse me. I'm very sorry.

BUGGIN' OUT: Not only did you knock me down, you stepped on my new white Air Jordans that I just bought and that's all you can say, "Excuse me?"

JADE: Buggin' Out, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but you can really direct your energies in a more useful way.

BUGGIN' OUT: So, in other words, you are not down.

JADE: I'm down, but for a worthwhile cause.

BUGGIN' OUT: Jade, I still love you.

BUGGIN' OUT: Every single one of those pictures is somebody Italian.

JADE: And?

BUGGIN' OUT: And I--we--want some Black people up.

JADE: Did you ask Sal?

BUGGIN' OUT: Yeah, I asked him. I don't want nobody in there, nobody spending good money in Sal's. He should get no mo' money from the community till he puts some Black faces up on that motherfucking wall.

JADE: That's not even true. I just want a slice.

BUGGIN' OUT: Jade, you don't know this, but I'm organizing a boycott of Sal's Famous Pizzeria.

JADE: What did he do this time?

BUGGIN' OUT: Y'know all those pictures he has hanging on the Wall of Fame?

JADE: So?

BUGGIN' OUT: Have you noticed something about them?

BUGGIN' OUT: Why it gotta be about jungle music and Africa?

SAL: It's about turning that shit off and getting the fuck outta my pizzeria.

SAL: What did I tell ya 'bout dat noise?

BUGGIN' OUT: What did I tell ya 'bout dem pictures?

SAL: What da fuck! Are you deaf?

BUGGIN' OUT: No, are you? We want some Black people up on the Wall of Fame.

SAL: Turn that JUNGLE MUSIC off. We ain't in Africa.

SAL: Don't come back, either.

BUGGIN' OUT: Boycott Sal's. Boycott Sal's.

BUGGIN' OUT: Sal, that might be fine, you own this, but rarely do I see any Italian Americans eating in here. All I've ever seen is Black folks. So since we spend much money here, we do have some say.

SAL: You a troublemaker?

SAL: Extra cheese is two dollars. Y'know dat.

BUGGIN' OUT: Two dollars! Forget it!

BUGGIN' OUT: How much?

SAL: You come in here at least three times a day. You a retard? A buck fifty.

BUGGIN' OUT: Damn, Sal, put some more cheese on that motherfucker.

BUGGIN' OUT: It's so nice to see a family hanging out together.

MOOKIE: We're not hanging out. I'm being escorted back to work.

MOOKIE: You the man.

BUGGIN' OUT: You the man.

MOOKIE: No, you the man.

BUGGIN' OUT: No. I'm just a struggling Black man trying to keep my dick hard in a cruel and harsh world.

MOOKIE: Buggin' Out, I gotta work here.

BUGGIN' OUT: I'm cool. I'm cool.

MOOKIE: Come back in a week, it will be squashed.

BUGGIN' OUT: Mookie.

MOOKIE: What?

BUGGIN' OUT: How come you ain't got no brothers up?

MOOKIE: Ask Sal.

BUGGIN' OUT: Sal, how come you ain't got no brothers up on the wall here?

COCONUT SID: Squash it.

ML: I just wanted to know who named ya Sweet Dick Willie?

ML: What can you say?

COCONUT SID: I don't know how he does it.

ML: No!

COCONUT SID: No!

COCONUT SID: How long?

ML: Too long! Too long. Now for the life of me, I haven't been able to figger this out. Either dem Koreans are geniuses or we Blacks are dumb.

COCONUT SID: It's been about a year.

ML: A motherfucking year off the motherfucking boat and got a good business in our neighborhood occupying a building that had been boarded up for longer than I care to remember and I've been here a long time.

COCONUT SID: Make it plain.

ML: OK, but listen up. I'm gonna break it down.

COCONUT SID: As I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted by the finest.

ML: What was you saying?

COCONUT SID: You a dumb-ass simple motherfucker. Where did you read that?

ML: Don't worry about it. But when it happens and I'm in my boat and ya black ass is drowning, don't ask me to throw you a lifesaver either.

DA MAYOR: Where did you sleep?

MOTHER SISTER: I didn't.

DA MAYOR: I hope the block is still standing.

MOTHER SISTER: We're still standing.

MOTHER SISTER: Good morning.

DA MAYOR: Is it a good morning?

MOTHER SISTER: Yes indeed. You almost got yourself killed last night.

DA MAYOR: I've done that before.

DA MAYOR: I went from first to home on a bunt single, scored the winning run, the bottom of the ninth, two out, August 1, 1939, Snow Hill, Alabama. Maybe I should be heroic more often.

MOTHER SISTER: Maybe you shouldn't. Don't get happy. This changes nothing between you and me. You did a good thing and Mother Sister wanted to thank you for it.

DA MAYOR: I thank you.

MOTHER SISTER: You're welcome.

MOTHER SISTER: That was a foolish act, but it was brave. That chile owes you his life.

DA MAYOR: I wasn't trying to be a hero. I saw what was about to happen and I reacted, didn't even think. If I did, I might not have done it in second thought. Da Mayor is an old man, haven't run that fast in years.

DA MAYOR: I didn't know you had such beautiful hair.

MOTHER SISTER: Fool, there's a lot in this world you don't know.

DA MAYOR: I'm not stopping. I'm on my way.

MOTHER SISTER: The evil eye doesn't work on me.

DA MAYOR: Mother Sister, you've been talkin' 'bout me the last eighteen years. What have I ever done to you?

MOTHER SISTER: You're a drunk fool.

DA MAYOR: Besides that. Da Mayor don't bother nobody. Nobody don't bother Da Mayor but you. Da Mayor just mind his business. I love everybody. I even love you.

MOTHER SISTER: Hold your tongue. You don't have that much love.

DA MAYOR: One day you'll be nice to me. We might both be dead and buried, but you'll be nice. At least civil.

DA MAYOR: Doctor, this is Da Mayor talkin'.

MOOKIE: OK. OK.

DA MAYOR: Doctor, always try to do the right thing.

MOOKIE: That's it?

DA MAYOR: That's it.

DA MAYOR: Mookie.

MOOKIE: Gotta go.

DA MAYOR: C'mere, Doctor.

EDDIE: Eddie Lovell.

DA MAYOR: How old are you?

EDDIE: Ten.

DA MAYOR: What makes Sammy run?

EDDIE: My name is Eddie.

DA MAYOR: What makes Sammy run?

EDDIE: I said my name is Eddie Lovell.

DA MAYOR: Relax, Eddie, I want you to go to the corner store. How much will it cost me?

EDDIE: How would I know how much it's gonna cost if I don't know what I'm buying?

DA MAYOR: Eddie, you're too smart for your own britches. Listen to me. How much do you want to run to the store for Da Mayor?

EDDIE: Fifty cents.

DA MAYOR: You got a deal.

JADE: Stop trying to play big brother. I'm a grown woman. You gotta lotta nerve. Mookie, you can hardly pay your rent and you're gonna tell me what to do. Come off it.

MOOKIE: One has nuthin' to do with the other.

JADE: Oh, it doesn't, huh! You got your little 250 dollars a week plus tips...

MOOKIE: I'm getting paid...

JADE: ...peanuts.

MOOKIE: Pretty soon I'll be making a move.

JADE: I truly hope so. I'm tired of supporting a grown man.

MOOKIE: Jade, I don't want you coming in here no mo'.

JADE: Stop tripping.

MOOKIE: No, you're tripping. Don't come in Sal's. Alright, read my lips.

JADE: What are you so worked up about?

MOOKIE: Over Sal, the way he talks and the way he looks at you.

JADE: He's just being nice.

MOOKIE: Nice!

JADE: He's completely innocent.

MOOKIE: Innocent!

JADE: I didn't stutter. You heard me.

MOOKIE: You should see the way he looks at you. All Sal wants to do is hide the salami.

JADE: You are too crude.

MOOKIE: I might be, but you're not welcome here.

MOOKIE: I'll see you out.

JADE: See ya around.

JADE: No.

MOOKIE: Yo, I'm gone.

JADE: I'll see ya there.

JADE: Hurry up and get dressed.

MOOKIE: I'm coming.

JADE: I'm going with you.

JADE: Is this another one of your patented two-hour lunches?

MOOKIE: I just come home to take a quick shower.

JADE: Sal's gonna be mad.

MOOKIE: Later for Sal. Y'know, sometimes I think you're more concerned with him than me.

JADE: I think no such a thing. Sal pays you, you should work.

MOOKIE: Slavery days are over. My name ain't Kunta Kinte. Sis, I don't want to argue, stop pressing me.

JADE: I just don't want you to lose the one job you've been able to keep, that's all. I'm carrying you as it is.

MOOKIE: Don't worry 'bout me. I always get paid.

JADE: Yeah, then ya should take better care of your responsibilities.

MOOKIE: What responsibilities?

JADE: I didn't stutter. Take care of your responsibilities. Y'know exactly what I'm talking about.

JADE: How come you're not at Sal's?

MOOKIE: I'm working.

MOOKIE: Jade.

JADE: I'm in here.

JADE: Don't you have enough sense not to bother people when they're sleeping?

MOOKIE: Wake up!

JADE: Wake up? Saturday is the lone day I get to sleep late.

MOOKIE: It's gonna be hot today.

JADE: Good! Leave me alone when I'm sleeping. I'm gonna get a lock on my door, to keep ya ass outta here.

MOOKIE: Don't ya love ya brother Mookie anymore? I loves ya, Jade.

JADE: Do me a favor. Go to work.

MOOKIE: Later. Gotta get paid.

MOTHER SISTER: Number One: I got some jive, late- rent-paying trifling Negroes in this house. Every year I keep threatening to sell it.

JADE: And move to Long Island...

MOTHER SISTER: And move to Long Island. Number Two: my ex-husband lost all my property, all my money in his scheme to build a Black business empire. Needless to say what happened, this house is it, all I got. I'm too through with yar people.

JADE: Whew!

JADE: You are too cruel to Da Mayor, it isn't right.

MOTHER SISTER: I'm not studying no Mayor. Besides, he reminds me of my least favorite peoples. My tenants and my ex- husband--Goddamn-bless his soul.

MOTHER SISTER: Tender-headed runs in my family. You tender-headed?

JADE: Yeah, me too.

MOTHER SISTER: That's why I don't fool with it. Only let you touch it...Ouch!

JADE: Sorry, comb got caught.

MOTHER SISTER: Be gentle, child. Mother Sister is an old woman.

JADE: How are you holding up in this weather?

MOTHER SISTER: I'll do.

JADE: I don't know why you still haven't bought an air conditioner.

MOTHER SISTER: Don't like 'em. A fan will do.

JADE: This might take some time.

MOTHER SISTER: I got nowhere to go. We haven't had a good sit-down for a long while.

MOTHER SISTER: Jade, you're late.

JADE: I know, Mother Sister, but I'm here now. Where's the stuff?

KOREAN CLERK: How many you say?

RADIO RAHEEM: Twenty! Motherfucker! Twenty!

KOREAN CLERK: Motherfucker you.

RADIO RAHEEM: Twenty "D" Duracells.

KOREAN CLERK: Twenty "C" Duracells.

RADIO RAHEEM: D, not C.

KOREAN CLERK: C Duracell.

RADIO RAHEEM: D! D! D! You dumb motherfucker. Learn how to speak English first. D.

MISTER SEOR LOVE DADDY: WAKE UP!

MOOKIE: Fuck! My money!

MISTER SEOR LOVE DADDY: Here ya are. Keep the change.

MOOKIE: That's right on time. This is my friend, Vito. His pops is Sal.

MISTER SEOR LOVE DADDY: Tell ya father he makes the best heros in Brooklyn.

MISTER SEOR LOVE DADDY: C'mon, don't be shy. Mmm, smells good. This is ya Love Daddy talkin' to ya, starvin' like Marvin. Say something, Mookie.

MOOKIE: Mister Seor Love Daddy, I'd like to dedicate the next record to my heart, Tina.

MISTER SEOR LOVE DADDY: Alright. Let me play this record while I go to work on my chicken Parmigiana hero with extra cheese and extra sauce.

SWEET DICK WILLIE: Korea man is OK. Let's leave him alone.

ML: Him no white. Him no white.

ML: ML stands for ML. That's it.

SWEET DICK WILLIE: Naw, that's some stupid shit. Now you know how I got that name.

ML: Negroes kill me, always holdin' onto, talkin' 'bout their dicks.

SWEET DICK WILLIE: I didn't say nobody, I said you.

ML: Sweet Dick, I didn't mean it like that.

SWEET DICK WILLIE: Yes you did.

SWEET DICK WILLIE: Why you gotta talk 'bout my moms?

ML: Nobody talkin' 'bout ya moms.

SWEET DICK WILLIE: ML?

ML: What?

SWEET DICK WILLIE: ML, hold this for me.

SWEET DICK WILLIE: It's Miller time. Let me go give these Koreans s'more business.

ML: It's a motherfucking shame.

SWEET DICK WILLIE: Let it be broke.

ML: Can ya dig it?

SWEET DICK WILLIE: It's dug.

ML: Look at those Korean motherfuckers across the street. I betcha they haven't been a year off da motherfucking boat before they opened up their own place.

ML: Sweet Dick Willie.

SWEET DICK WILLIE: That's my name.

ML: Do I have to spell it out?

ML: It's a fucking shame.

SWEET DICK WILLIE: What is?

SWEET DICK WILLIE: Motherfucker wasn't saying shit.

ML: Look at that.

SWEET DICK WILLIE: Fool, you're thirty cents away from a quarter. How you gonna get a boat?

ML: Don't worry about it.

SWEET DICK WILLIE: You're raggedy as a roach. You eat the holes out of donuts.

ML: I'll be back on my feet. Soon enough.

SWEET DICK WILLIE: So when is all this ice suppose to melt?

SAL: Doctor, this is Sal talkin'.

MOOKIE: OK. OK.

SAL: Doctor, always try to do the right thing.

MOOKIE: That's it?

SAL: It's supposed to be even hotter today.

MOOKIE: You gonna open up another Sal's Famous Pizzeria?

SAL: No. What are you gonna do?

MOOKIE: Make dat money. Get paid.

SAL: Yeah!...I'm goin' to the beach for the first day in fifteen years. Gonna take the day off and go to the beach.

MOOKIE: I can dig it. It's gonna be HOT as a motherfucker.

SAL: Mookie?

MOOKIE: Gotta go.

SAL: C'mere, Doctor.

SAL: Ya just got paid, so leave me the fuck alone.

MOOKIE: You only pay me two-fifty a week. I owe you fifty bucks.

SAL: Keep it.

MOOKIE: You keep it.

SAL: Christmas came early.

SAL: How much? How much do I owe you?

MOOKIE: My salary. Two-fifty.

SAL: Mookie, I always liked you. Not the smartest kid, but you're honest. Don't make me dislike you.

MOOKIE: Sal, I want my money.

SAL: Don't even ask about your money. Your money wouldn't even pay for that window you smashed.

MOOKIE: Motherfuck a window, Radio Raheem is dead.

SAL: You're right, a kid is dead, but Mook, this isn't the time.

MOOKIE: Fuck dat. The time is fuckin' now. Y'know I'm sorry 'bout Sal's Famous Pizzeria, but I gotta live, too. I gotta get paid.

SAL: We both do.

MOOKIE: We all know you're gonna get over with the insurance money anyway! Ya know da deal.

SAL: Do we now?

MOOKIE: Quit bullshitting.

SAL: You don't know shit about shit.

SAL: Whatdafuck do you want?

MOOKIE: I wants my money. I wants to get paid.

MOOKIE: Sal, if you want me to deliver any faster, get me a jet rocket or something, cuz I can't run with pizzas, all the cheese ends up on one side and shit.

SAL: I didn't say nuthin'. You must have a guilty conscience. What are you guilty of?

MOOKIE: I'm not guilty of nuthin'.

SAL: You must be guilty of something or you would have never come in saying the things you said.

MOOKIE: C'mon, Sal.

SAL: Where we goin'?

SAL: Yeah, do you know 'em?

MOOKIE: No, just checking.

MOOKIE: Sal, I don't care if you fire me this exact minute, leave my sister alone.

SAL: Mookie, I don't know what you're talking about, plus I don't want to hear it.

MOOKIE: Sal, just do me a favor, leave Jade alone.

SAL: Here, you gotta delivery.

MOOKIE: Sal, can you do me a favor?

SAL: Depends.

MOOKIE: Can you pay me now?

SAL: Can't do.

MOOKIE: Sal, just this once, do me that solid.

SAL: You know you don't get paid till we close tonight. We're still open.

MOOKIE: I would like to get paid now.

SAL: Tonight, when we close.

SAL: Mookie! How is anybody gonna call in?

MOOKIE: Big deal? If that's not LOVE, I don't know what is.

SAL: Mookie, get offa da phone.

MOOKIE: Be off in a second. Tina, I dedicated a record on Mister Seor Love Daddy's show to you.

SAL: Mookie, what took you so long? I got a business to run.

MOOKIE: Run it then.

SAL: Mookie, if your friends can't behave, they're not welcome.

MOOKIE: I got no say over people.

SAL: Hey! What did I say?

MOOKIE: Who doesn't work? Don't start no shit, won't be no shit.

SAL: Mookie, no cursing in the store.

MOOKIE: Talk to your son.

TINA: Act like one then. Be a man.

MOOKIE: Later.

TINA: You're to the curb. You better step off. Get a life.

TINA: You don't care about me and you definately don't care 'bout your son.

MOOKIE: Tina, I'll be right back.

TINA: Be a man.

MOOKIE: I am a man.

TINA: Where are you going?

MOOKIE: To get my money.

TINA: Mookie, you must think I'm stupid or something. You're gonna run outta here and I won't see your black ass for another week.

MOOKIE: Tina, it's not like that.

TINA: Feels good.

MOOKIE: Yes, yes, Lord. Isn't this better than Haagen-Dazs butter pecan ice cream?

TINA: It's cold.

MOOKIE: It's 'pose to be cold.

TINA: Later for you.

MOOKIE: Meda. Meda.

TINA: What?

MOOKIE: Tina, you don't have a forehead, you got a eight-head.

MOOKIE: Tina, you're sweating.

TINA: Of course I'm sweating. I'm burning up. It's hot, moron, only a hundred degrees in here.

MOOKIE: Lie down, please.

MOOKIE: I'm gonna take off ya clothes.

TINA: Mookie, I told you already it's too fucking hot to make love.

MOOKIE: Why you gotta curse?

TINA: I'm sorry, but no rawness is jumping off tonight.

MOOKIE: No rawness.

TINA: And I really wanted some ice cream too.

MOOKIE: I can run out and get it.

TINA: No! No! You won't come back either.

MOOKIE: I can't be staying long anyway.

TINA: How long then?

MOOKIE: Long enough for us to do the nasty.

TINA: That's out. No! It's too hot! You think I'm gonna let you get some, put on your clothes, then run outta here and never see you again in who knows when?

MOOKIE: A quickie is good every once in a blue moon.

TINA: You a blue-moon fool.

MOOKIE: Then we'll do something else.

TINA: What else?

MOOKIE: Trust me.

TINA: Trust you? Because of trusting you we have a son. Remember your son?

MOOKIE: Trust me.

MOOKIE: Tina, you are too slick.

TINA: How else was I going to get you here? I haven't seen you in a week.

MOOKIE: I've been working hard, getting paid.

TINA: Where's the ice cream? The Hagen- Dazs butter pecan?

MOOKIE: Shit! I forgot.

TINA: Your memory is really getting bad.

MOOKIE: I just forgot.

MOOKIE: Delivery from Sal's Famous Pizzeria.

TINA: What took you so long? Is it hot?

MOOKIE: Hot. Hot.

TINA: Come in then.

MOOKIE: I know I haven't seen you in four days. I'm a working man.

TINA: I work too, but I still make time.

MOOKIE: Tina, what do you want me to do?

TINA: I want you to spend some time with me. I want you to try and make this relationship work. If not, I'd rather not be bothered.

MOOKIE: Alright. Alright. I'll be over there sometime today.

TINA: When?

MOOKIE: Before I get off work.

TINA: Bring some ice cream, I'm burning up. Do you love me?

MOOKIE: Do I love you?

MOOKIE: Dago, wop, garlic-breath, guinea, pizza-slinging, spaghetti-bending, Vic Damone, Perry Como, Luciano Pavarotti, Sole Mio, nonsinging motherfucker.

PINO: You gold-teeth, gold-chain-wearing, fried-chicken-and-biscuit-eatin', monkey, ape, baboon, big thigh, fast-running, three-hundred-sixty- degree-basketball-dunking spade Moulan Yan.

MOOKIE: Pino, I think secretly that you wish you were Black. That's what I think. Vito, what do you say?

PINO: Y'know, I've been listening and reading 'bout Farrakhan, ya didn't know that, did you?

MOOKIE: I didn't know you could read.

PINO: Fuck you. Anyway, Minister Farrakhan always talks about the so-called "day" when the Black man will rise. "We will one day rule the earth as we did in our glorious past." You really believe that shit?

MOOKIE: It's e-vit-able.

PINO: Keep dreaming.

MOOKIE: Fuck you, fuck pizza, and fuck Frank Sinatra, too.

PINO: Well, fuck you, too, and fuck Michael Jordan.

PINO: Shut up. The Boss! Bruuucce!!!!

MOOKIE: Sounds funny to me. As much as you say nigger this and nigger that, all your favorite people are "niggers."

MOOKIE: Who's your favorite basketball player?

PINO: Magic Johnson.

MOOKIE: And not Larry Bird? Who's your favorite movie star?

PINO: Eddie Murphy.

PINO: You deaf or what?

MOOKIE: Gotta go. See ya soon. Everybody happy now?

MOOKIE: Smack him back.

PINO: What?

MOOKIE: Remember what I said.

PINO: You talk to 'em.

MOOKIE: People are free to do what they wanna do.

PINO: Pop, I don't believe this shit. We runnin' welfare or somethin'? Every day you give dat bum--

MOOKIE: Da Mayor ain't no bum.

PINO: Give dat bum a dollar for sweeping our sidewalk. What do we pay Mookie for? He don't even work. I work harder than him and I'm your own son.

MOOKIE: Who don't work? Let's see you carry six large pies up six flights of stairs. No elevator either and shit.

PINO: Shaddup, Vito.

MOOKIE: Fuck dat shit. I deliver pizzas. That's what I get paid for.

PINO: You get paid to do what we say.

MOOKIE: Just coolin'.

PINO: You're still late.

PINO: Mookie, late again. How many times I gotta tell you?

MOOKIE: Hello, Sal. Hello, Vito.

MOOKIE: Pino, no joke. C'mon, answer.

VITO: It's Prince. He's a Prince freak.

MOOKIE: Pino, I work hard like everybody in here.

VITO: He's right.

VITO: I'll do that.

MOOKIE: We're outta here.

VITO: Mister Seor Love Daddy is cool.

MOOKIE: Ya like him, huh?

VITO: Yeah.

MOOKIE: Y'know, Vito, I know Pino is ya brother and shit, but the next time he hits ya, the next time he touches ya, you should "house him." Kick his ass.

VITO: I don't know.

MOOKIE: If you don't make a stand, he's gonna be beating ya like a egg for the rest of your life.

VITO: That's what you think?

MOOKIE: That's what I think.

VITO: I don't like to fight.

MOOKIE: Wait a minute. Wait a minute. I just got here. You sweep. I betcha Sal asked you first anyhow.

VITO: That's right.

RADIO RAHEEM: Brother, Mookie, if I love you I love you, but if I hate you...

MOOKIE: I understand.

RADIO RAHEEM: I love you, my brother.

MOOKIE: I love you, Black.

MOOKIE: That's the dope.

RADIO RAHEEM: I just copped them. Let me tell you the story of Right-Hand--Left- Hand--the tale of Good and Evil.

MOOKIE: I'm listening.

RADIO RAHEEM: HATE!

MOOKIE: Whaddup. Money?

RADIO RAHEEM: I was going to buy a slice.

MOOKIE: I'll be back after I make this delivery.

RADIO RAHEEM: On the rebound.

PINO: Be on guard. Mookie has Pop conned already, so we have to look out for him.

VITO: I like Mookie a lot.

PINO: And that's exactly what I'm talkin' 'bout.

VITO: I know this.

PINO: I love you.

VITO: I'm listening.

PINO: Good. I want you to listen.

VITO: Jesus Christ on the cross, I said I'm listening.

PINO: Good. Vito, you trust that Mook too much. So does Pop.

VITO: Mookie's OK.

PINO: You listening to me?

VITO: Stop busting my balls. I said I'm listening ten fucking times already.

PINO: Mookie is not to be trusted. No Moulan Yan can be trusted. The first time you turn your back, boom, a knife right here. In the back.

VITO: How do you know this?

PINO: I know.

VITO: You really think so?

PINO: I know so. He, them, they're not to be trusted.

VITO: So what do you want me to do?

VITO: Some are OK.

PINO: My friends laugh at me all the time, laugh right in my face, tell me go feed the Moulies.

PINO: Fuck you and stay off the phone.

VITO: Forget it, Mookie.

PINO: Me and you are gonna have a talk.

VITO: Sez who?

PINO: Sez me.

PINO: Get the broom.

VITO: I ain't getting shit.

VITO: See, Pop. That's just what I was talkin' about. Every single time you tell Pino to do something, he gives it to me.

PINO: He's nuts.

SAL: Vito! Pino! Let's go.

PINO: Be right there, Pop. Listen to what I said.

PINO: Pop, stop lying.

SAL: Shaddup! Jade, what can I fix you?

SAL: You're gonna be in the street with the rest of your homeboys.

PINO: 'Bout time, Pop.

SAL: I didn't think so.

PINO: Pop, what else can I say? I don't wanna be here, they don't want us here. We should stay in our own neighborhood, stay in Bensonhurst.

SAL: So what if this is a Black neighborhood, so what if we're a minority. I've never had no trouble with dese people, don't want none either, so don't start none. This is America. Sal's Famous Pizzeria is here for good. You think you know it all? Well, you don't. I'm your father, you better remember that.

PINO: Pop, I think we should sell this place, get outta here while we're still ahead...and alive.

SAL: Since when do you know what's best for us?

PINO: Couldn't we sell this and open up a new one in our own neighborhood?

SAL: Too many pizzerias already there.

PINO: Then we could try something else.

SAL: We don't know nuthin' else.

PINO: I'm sick of niggers, it's a bad neighborhood. I don't like being around them, they're animals.

PINO: Turn it off.

SAL: Mister Radio Raheem, I can't even hear myself think. You are disturbing me and you are disturbing my customers.

PINO: Sal's Famous Pizzeria, yeah, two large pizzas, pepperoni and anchovies, hold on... See, Pop, Mookie fucking talking on the phone and people are trying to call in orders. He's making us lose business.

SAL: Mookie, you're fucking up.

PINO: Twenty minutes. How come you niggers are so stupid?

PINO: C'mere. Don't get too friendly with da Mook.

SAL: That's gonna be the last time you hit Vito.

SAL: I should have Vito go with you all the time.

PINO: Yeah, no more ninety-minute deliveries around the corner.

SAL: Pino, relax, will ya.

PINO: Here, take the broom. The front needs sweeping.

SAL: Can you do better? I didn't think so. This is a respectable business. Nuthin' wrong with it. Get dat broom.

PINO: Tell Vito.

SAL: Hey! Watch it.

PINO: I didn't want to come to work anyway. I hate this freakin' place.

SAL: Can you do better? C'mere.

SAL: Pino, get a broom and sweep out front.

PINO: Vito, get a broom and sweep out front.

VITO: Pop, I'm gonna go with Mookie.

SAL: Good, make sure he don't jerk around.

VITO: Take it easy, Pop.

SAL: Don't start on me today.

SAL: Both of youse--shaddup. This is a place of business.

VITO: Tell 'em, Pop.

SAL: How ya doin', Mookie?

VITO: Whaddup?

VITO: Pop asked you.

SAL: I'm gonna kill somebody today.

SAL: The both of youse, shaddup.

VITO: Tell Pino.