Street Trash
1987
(After storming into Ed's liquor store, pointing a finger in Ed's face) Fred: Fuck you. Gimme a bottle of booze, here's my dollar, suck my dick!
Burt: Well, what you starin' at, bitch? Old Woman Shopper: You're robbing the store, young man! And I'm telling the Manager. Burt: Yeah, you do that. Old wrinkled, honky motherfucker. Telling on me... Well, what she think this is, Junior High?
Burt: Ain't good for the image, Fred. You looked too god damn comfortable! people ain't gonna pity you no more! Fred: I don't know how I managed to look comfortable. Fuckin'Wizzy planted his foot halfway up my ass. Burt: Oh, well, he was just plantin' corn. Get it? Corn... his foot! In yo' ass! Ha ha! Hey, where's your sense of humor, boy? Fred: I lost it when Wizzy kicked me in the ass!
Doorman: Everybody's a hot-headed gangster. Everybody's Mister Mafia. Ha! The Don! The Don of Douchebags, that's what you are. Nick - Nick the Dick. That's what they call you, behind your back, you and your restaurant. Your stinkin' restaurant.