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] Bumpy Johnson
: Happy Thanksgiving!
: This is the problem. This is what's wrong with America. It's gotten so big, you just can't find your way. The grocery store on the corner is now a supermarket. The candy store is a MacDonald's. And this place, a super fucking discount store. Where's the pride of ownership? Where's the personal service?
[Enters the store
] Bumpy Johnson
: See what I mean? Shit. I mean, what right do they have, of cutting out the suppliers? Pushing out all the middlemen. Buying direct from the manufacturer. Sony this. Toshiba that. All them Chinks putting Americans out of work. That's the way it is now. You can't find the heart of anything to stick the knife.
: [to Frank
] A leader, like a shepherd, he sends his fastest nimble sheep, out front. And the others will follow. While the shepherd, he walk quietly behind... Now he's got the stick, and the cane, and he'll use it! If he has to. But most times he doesn't have to. He moves the whole herd quietly.
: You've been warned. Get ready for your final thrill. It's curtains, Dutch. The jig is up. Dutch Schultz
: You're a dead fuckin' nigger!
Johnny 'Figures' DiPalmero
: [referring to a board
] The dividing line could conceivably be the 135th Street, running east to west, Lennox Ave running north to south. Mr Schultz would take one territory and Mr Johnson, the other. Bumpy Johnson
: I can't accept any proposals that allows Mr Schultz to continue to operate freely in Harlem. As I've said before I have no quarrel with any of you gentlemen. But if Mr Schultz insists on coming uptown, I have no choice but to make my presence felt... Downtown. Lucky Luciano
: Well, you do realize that such a course of action would bring about your demise? Bumpy Johnson
: The Dutchman's been trying to bring about my demise for quite some time. Lucky Luciano
: I'm not Dutch. Bumpy Johnson
: Yeah, you Lucky. Dutch Schultz
: You got nuts the size of watermelons. Lucky Luciano
: Dutch! Enough with the compliments. Bumpy Johnson
: Perhaps you gentlemen to need some more time to consider my proposal. Dutch Schultz
: We ain't gotta consider a fucking thing!
[Picks up a green slip
] Dutch Schultz
: Your days are numbered. Your part of the expression. You're pretty smart for a nigger. Bumpy Johnson
: Yeah so are you. Dutch Schultz
: Ooh that's good-that's good. Insult the man that holds your destiny between his fingers. Bumpy Johnson
: So you got some slips. I beat the wraphands down. Dutch Schultz
: Oh, like the glorious Madam Queen policy?
[Tears the green slip as he stands abruptly, then throws it on the table
] Dutch Schultz
: My judge is gonna send your black ass to fuckin' jail. *Jesus Christ*!
] Lucky Luciano
: [looking at Bumpy
] Your move.
: I have one question. Why you gotta involve yourself in numbers? Bumpy Johnson
: I mean, what would you have me do? Shine shoes? Carry shoes down at Grand Central? I'm a colored man, and white folks ain't left me nothing out here but the underworld.
: [violently accosting a racist guard
] This uppity nigger is buying you a drink!
[flushes his head down the toilet