Unless you done stood in the door, listened to your five hungry children crying for bread, and you can't do a damn thing about it. Your woman standing there, you can't even look her in the eye. Unless you done that, you don't know me, my pain, my hurt, my feelings. You don't know shit!...Don't call me bum. Don't call me a drunk. You all ain't got the sense that God give a billy goat! Don't call me nothin'. It's disrespectful. I know your mamas and your papas raised you better."
Ahmad Yo, man, I hope you finished your little soliloquy, man. 'Cause first of all, I've been peein' straight for years, understand what I'm saying? And you're right, I wouldn't stand in the doorway and listen to my five children go hungry. I'd be out getting a job, doing somethin', anything to put food in their mouth. And you're right. I don't want to know your pain. I don't care to know your pain. You're the one who put yourself in this situation, man. Every day, every day, I see you walk up and down this block, inebriated. Never sober! But that's what DA stands for, Da Mayor, Drunk Ass. He don't get no respect here. You'll never get respect here, boy. How you gonna tell me how my parents raised me? I respect those who respect themselves.
Buggin' Out: You almost knocked me down, man. The word is "Excuse me".
C Clifton
Ah, excuse me. I'm sorry.
Buggin' Out: Not only did ya knock me down, you stepped on my brand-new white Air Jordans I just bought, and that's all you can say is "Excuse me"?
C Clifton
What, are you serious?
Buggin' Out: Yeah, I'm serious. I'll **** you up quick two times.
Ahmad 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?
C Clifton
I own this brownstone.
Buggin' Out: Who told you to buy a brownstone on my block, in my neighborhood, on my side of the street? Yo, what you wanna live in a black neighborhood for, anyway? Man, mother**** gentrification.
What'd I tell you about that noise?
Buggin' Out: What'd I tell you about them pictures?
What the ****, are you deaf?
Buggin' Out: No! Are you? **** YOU! We want some black people on that mother**** Wall of Fame now!
We're trying to go **** home! We've been here all **** day, Buggin Out!
Turn that jungle music off! We ain't in Africa!
Buggin' Out: Why it got to be about jungle music? Why it got to be about Africa? It's about them **** pictures!
It's about turning that shit off and getting the **** out of my place!
Ahmad Get in there, Pino!
V Vito
Hey, man, get the **** out of here! We're **** closed!
Buggin' Out: **** you! We're closing you guinea bastards for good! For good, mother****er! Until you get some black people on that mother**** Wall of Fame!
You're gonna **** close me?
[Sal grabs his bat] Buggin' Out: You're goddamn right!
YOU BLACK ****!! I'LL **** TEAR YOUR **** **** ASS!
P Punchy
[Everbody in the pizzeria starts shouting at once at Sal's insult] [Over all the shouting]
Oh, we're **** now?! We **** now!
Buggin' Out: YOU **** WHITE TRASH! I'LL **** YOU UP!
Sal, put the **** bat down!
Buggin' Out: COME ON, MAN, YOU **** GUINEA TRASH!
YOU BLACK ****!! YOU **** MOTHER****ER!
[Sal explodes in rage and smashes Radio Raheem's boombox several times with his bat]
