[Jack successfully escapes the dragnet and prepares to ride the next bus to Albany, New York, but decides to call Nick and gloat about the heist]
Jack: Look, whatever you're thinking about, whatever you're trying, just forget it, okay? This is over now and you just gotta deal with it.
Nick: It's not over yet 'cause you don't know where you're going, asshole and I do. You know where you're going?
Jack: [over Nick] You don't know shit! You don't know shit! I'm like five minutes from being so far gone. You're not gonna even begin to imagine the places where I'm going, okay?
Nick: No way because you got nothing.
Jack: You know what I got. You just can't deal with the fact that I beat you.
Nick: Oh, yeah? What have you got? Huh? What have you got?
Jack: You know what I've got! [gets nervous and puts down the bag where Nick kept the sceptre - only to find a large rod; Nick has the sceptre and stashed it in a carrying case]
Nick: Let me ask you something, Jack. When did you start thinking you were better than me, huh? You still there, ace?
Jack: [dumbfounded at the swerve] Okay. Nicely done. Nicely done. Now let's talk about this.
Nick: [as he and his associate board a nearby boat] Okay, let's see. How'd you put it? "Deal with it. It's over."
Jack: No no no, I don't think so. You want me to list the ways I can burn you? We either work this out right now, or I will take you down.
Nick: Oh, yeah? How? My shop, my tools, they're gone. Me, my friend, I'm just a taxpaying jazz club owner. You? Every cop in the city's gonna be looking for you right about now. So, if I were you, I'd quit making threats and hit the road... Nice working with you, ace. Okay bye bye. [hangs up]
Jack: Look, whatever you're thinking about, whatever you're trying, just forget it, okay? This is over now and you just gotta deal with it.
Nick: It's not over yet 'cause you don't know where you're going, asshole and I do. You know where you're going?
Jack: [over Nick] You don't know shit! You don't know shit! I'm like five minutes from being so far gone. You're not gonna even begin to imagine the places where I'm going, okay?
Nick: No way because you got nothing.
Jack: You know what I got. You just can't deal with the fact that I beat you.
Nick: Oh, yeah? What have you got? Huh? What have you got?
Jack: You know what I've got! [gets nervous and puts down the bag where Nick kept the sceptre - only to find a large rod; Nick has the sceptre and stashed it in a carrying case]
Nick: Let me ask you something, Jack. When did you start thinking you were better than me, huh? You still there, ace?
Jack: [dumbfounded at the swerve] Okay. Nicely done. Nicely done. Now let's talk about this.
Nick: [as he and his associate board a nearby boat] Okay, let's see. How'd you put it? "Deal with it. It's over."
Jack: No no no, I don't think so. You want me to list the ways I can burn you? We either work this out right now, or I will take you down.
Nick: Oh, yeah? How? My shop, my tools, they're gone. Me, my friend, I'm just a taxpaying jazz club owner. You? Every cop in the city's gonna be looking for you right about now. So, if I were you, I'd quit making threats and hit the road... Nice working with you, ace. Okay bye bye. [hangs up]
[Jack successfully escapes the dragnet and prepares to ride the next bus to Albany, New York, but decides to call Nick and gloat about the heist]
Jack : Look, whatever you're thinking about, whatever you're trying, just forget it, okay? This is over now and you just gotta deal with it.
Nick : It's not over yet 'cause you don't know where you're going, asshole and I do. You know where you're going?
Jack : [over Nick] You don't know shit! You don't know shit! I'm like five minutes from being so far gone. You're not gonna even begin to imagine the places where I'm going, okay?
Nick : No way because you got nothing.
Jack : You know what I got. You just can't deal with the fact that I beat you.
Nick : Oh, yeah? What have you got? Huh? What have you got?
Jack : You know what I've got! [gets nervous and puts down the bag where Nick kept the sceptre - only to find a large rod; Nick has the sceptre and stashed it in a carrying case]
Nick : Let me ask you something, Jack. When did you start thinking you were better than me, huh? You still there, ace?
Jack : [dumbfounded at the swerve] Okay. Nicely done. Nicely done. Now let's talk about this.
Nick : [as he and his associate board a nearby boat] Okay, let's see. How'd you put it? "Deal with it. It's over."
Jack : No no no, I don't think so. You want me to list the ways I can burn you? We either work this out right now, or I will take you down.
Nick : Oh, yeah? How? My shop, my tools, they're gone. Me, my friend, I'm just a taxpaying jazz club owner. You? Every cop in the city's gonna be looking for you right about now. So, if I were you, I'd quit making threats and hit the road... Nice working with you, ace. Okay bye bye. [hangs up]
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