Be Cool (2005)
Cedric the Entertainer: Sin LaSalle
Sin LaSalle : Have you lost your mind? I mean, how is it that you can disrespect a mans ethnicity when you know we've influenced nearly every facet of white America... from our music to our style of dress. Not to mention your basic imitation of our sense of cool; walk, talk, dress, mannerisms... we enrich your very existence, all the while contributing to the gross national product through our achievements in corporate America. It's these conceits that comfort me when I am faced with the ignorant, cowardly, bitter and bigoted, who *have* no talent, no guts? people like you who desecrate things they don't understand when the truth is - you should say thank-you, man? and go on about your way. But apparently you are incapable of doing that! So...
[shoots his gun]
Sin LaSalle : ... and don't tell me to be cool. I *am* cool!
Sin LaSalle : Hello.
Raji : Sin LaSalle?
Sin LaSalle : Yeah, who wants to know?
Raji : Shut your punk ass mouth! NTL owes you 300 large, right? Chili Palmer was going to pay you, but Nick Carr says, "Sin LaSalle? Man, I wouldn't give my money to that Alabama porch monkey!"
Sin LaSalle : Alabama porch mo... Nick Carr said that?
Raji : Man, you heard me, fool! He told Chili go give him the 300 grand instead in exchange for some goddamn contract and what not. Look man, you want your chips? Do you want your chips? Then you best see Nick Carr. C.A.R.
Sin LaSalle : If I want my chips? Yeah, I want my chips. Who is this?
Raji : I'm the one schooling you, son!
Sin LaSalle : [Dabu keeps slurping loudly on noodles while Sin is trying to talk to Chili] Dabu! Could you make your dining experience a little less obtrusive?
Sin LaSalle : [whacks the PD] Play my records! You hear me? Play! Play! Play my records! Play Dub Records! Dub MD's!
Sin LaSalle : Your man here says you got our money.
Raji : I can explain it to you!
Nick Carr : Raji said that?
Raji : It's a misunderstanding!
Sin LaSalle : Would you shut up! Let me tell you something. NTL owes us 300 grand. Now, from my understanding, Chili Palmer took that money and gave it to you for some goddamn contract.
Nick Carr : Raji said that? He's full of shit!
Sin LaSalle : Watch what you say, cause we will drop his ass. Take him outside.
Raji : Come on man, easy!
Nick Carr : Don't land on my Porsche.
Chili Palmer : Evening, gentlemen. Interesting choice of music.
Sin LaSalle : "That cold black cloud's comin' down." Gotta love Dylan, man. Biograph. It's a great album. You know, we wouldn't have this song without it.
Chili Palmer : But we would've. Because, you see, Dylan wrote that originally for that Peckinpah movie with James Coburn.
Sin LaSalle : You're in no position to correct me.
Chili Palmer : It was to a soundtrack. Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid.
Dabu : Yup. Same song they played when Slim Pickens died in his wife's arms. Right?
Chili Palmer : This man knows his westerns.
Dabu : Good movie.
Sin LaSalle : [Sarcastically] Gentlemen, thank you very much for that VH1 moment in music history.