King of New York

Frank White:
From now on, nothing goes down unless I'm involved. No blackjack no dope deals, no nothing. A nickel bag gets sold in the park, I want in. You guys got fat while everybody starved on the street. Now it's my turn.

Frank White:
I'm not your problem. I'm a business man.

Frank White:
You think ambushing me in some nightclub's gonna stop what makes people take drugs? This country spends $100 billion a year on getting high, and it's not because of me. All that time I was wasting in jail, it just got worse. I'm not your problem. I'm just a businessman.

Jump:
Yo, congratulations, Frank. Congratulations, man. Them Columbian motherf***ers, they took permanent vacation in hell, if you know what I mean.

Frank White:
Well, I must've been away too long because my feelings are dead. I feel no remorse.

Joey Dalesio:
I've got a message from Frank White. He wants to sit down, he wants to talk.

Arty Clay:
You tell him I don't talk to n*gger lovers.

Joey Dalesio:
Well, he says he's got things on his mind that he wants to discuss with you, and he wants to know where and he wants to know when.

Arty Clay:
You tell him in f***ing Hell, that's where. He's gonna wish his lawyer left him f***ing those Sambos in the joint when I get through with him.

Jump:
I wanna know who I'm selling drugs to, you know what I mean?

Joey Dalesio:
You don't sell drugs, my brother. You shoot people.

Jump:
Yo, I'm unemployed. Ain't nobody left.

Dennis Gilley:
I heard a rumor about you.

Frank White:
What's that?

Dennis Gilley:
I heard you got AIDS getting dicked up your ass in prison. That's what I heard.

Frank White:
I thought about you every time I jerked off, d*ckhead.

Frank White:
When the D.A's office investigated the sudden death of Arty Clay, they found that he left a $13 million estate. How do you explain that? There there's Larry Wong, who owned half of Chinatown when he passed away. Larry used to rent his tenements to Asian refuges, his own people, for $800 a month to share a single toilet on the same floor. How 'bout King Tito? He had thirteen-year-old girls hooking for him on the street. Those guys are dead because I don't want to make money that way. Emil Zappa, the Mata brothers, they're dead because they were running this city into the ground.

Roy Bishop:
You expected to get away with killing all these people?

Frank White:
I spent half my life in prison. I never got away with anything, and I never killed anybody that didn't deserve it.

Roy Bishop:
Who made you judge and jury?

Frank White:
Well, it's a tough job, but somebody's got to do it.

Frank White:
There are some things I don't do.

Frank White:
How come you never came to see me?

Jump:
Who wanted to see you in a cage, man?

Jump:
He's a f*cking glitter-boy; he's looking to get sprayed, laid, played, and slayed, you know what I'm saying?

Frank White:
I heard that.

Frank White:
I've got a $250,000 contract on any cop involved with this case.

Roy Bishop:
Do you really expect to get away with killing all these people?

Frank White:
I never killed anybody who didn't deserve it.

Dennis Gilley:
Frank's Park-Avenue attorney can get him out in TEN MINUTES. TEN MINUTES later, he's back on the street again. There's only one way to get Frank...

Roy Bishop:
So what, are you going to shoot everybody you can't arrest?

Dennis Gilley:
...We can make it look like a rival gang.

Frank White:
How's the family?

Pete Hamill:
Better then when you left. They're all working. My son is back from college. What about you?

Frank White:
Back from the dead!

Ariane:
What can we expect from the "reformed" Frank White?

Frank White:
I'm gonna run for mayor!

Jennifer:
I thought people like you didn't believe in the legal process.

Frank White:
I thought people like me were the legal process.