Money Talks

James Russell:
You f*** up the suit, we've got a problem.

Franklin Hatchett:
F*** the suit, we've already got a problem!

James Russell:
Hey hey, Barclay, it's James. How you doing? Listen to me, I've got Franklin Hatchett.

Barclay:
Russell, don't play games with me. Words like that give me a stiffy and at my age I can not afford to waste them.

Franklin Hatchett:
You know guns don't kill people, stupid motherf***ers with guns kill people!

James Russell:
Quite an operation you've got, tell me what is going on here?

Franklin Hatchett:
I'm a business man, Man, what the f*** you think is going on...?

James Russell:
Cut! Cut. You can't use that kind of language on TV.

Franklin Hatchett:
What language? What you talkin' 'bout?

James Russell:
F***.

Franklin Hatchett:
F*** what?

James Russell:
You cannot say F*** on television!

Franklin Hatchett:
Man, f*** that man, you're the one who came down here so don't tell me how to talk. Hurry this up I got sh*t to do.

Raymond Vilard:
Long Beach Airport. 3 AM. Hangar Number seven. Keep the diamonds in a plastic bag. They will be weighed.

Franklin Hatchett:
Kiss my ass, we meet when I say we meet, you French motherf***er.

Franklin Hatchett:
He'll call back.

Franklin Hatchett:
Alright, motherf***er, here's the deal...

Franklin Hatchett:
Mama! Mama! I didn't know it was you!

Franklin Hatchett:
What you got?

Roland:
Dodgers tickets, Lakers tickets and Phantom of the Opera tickets.

Franklin Hatchett:
Phantom of the Opera?

Roland:
Yeah it's theater, man, you ever been to the theater?

Franklin Hatchett:
Man what the hell wrong with you, nobody gonna give a damn about no Phantom of the Opera!

Roland:
Franklin, there's money in culture.

Franklin Hatchett:
Let me tell you something, Roland, black people don't wanna see that sh*t. Now I told you to get me some good sh*t like Luther Vandross tickets or something.

Roland:
Luther Vandross ain't culture.

Franklin Hatchett:
F*** culture, give me some good sh*t, man, people are complaining about these f***ed up tickets. You're making me look bad, man.

James Russell:
Good evening. James Russell, Channel 12 news, I'm doing a report on local night clubs in the area, I'd like to ask you a few questions.

James Russell:
Why yes I am.

Franklin Hatchett:
This tub wasn't clean you dirty assed white boy!

Barclay:
Who gives a rat's ass about some two bit hustler?

James Russell:
The people getting ripped off by this two bit hustler give a rat's ass.

James Russell:
Please do something about that hair of yours.

Franklin Hatchett:
My 'do is tight.

James Russell:
Well every cop in the city is looking for that tight 'do.

Guy Supriani:
No wedding!

Connie Supriani:
We got 300 people coming here.

Guy Supriani:
Good, they come here, they eat, they drink, they sing, they go the f*** home! Sorry!

James Russell:
I need this for sweeps week!

Franklin Hatchett:
Sweeps week? Man f*** sweeps week, my life's on the line and you're talking about a damn broom!

James Russell:
I want some answers!

Franklin Hatchett:
Hey man, me and Guy just down here, checkin' out some fly rides, and mackin' some hos and chillin'.

James Russell:
Imagine that. It's like a G-Dog on a fly tip. Flossin' wit da posse. Cuttin' in da crib. WHAT THE F*** DOES THAT MEAN?

Franklin Hatchett:
Man, I don't wanna have to beat yo ass, but I will *beat* *yo* *ass*!

James Russell:
If you try anything f***ed up or funny, I swear to God I will kill you myself.

Franklin Hatchett:
Just like you did back on the dock, huh? (Mocking laugh) I will beat your ass.

James Russell:
You ain't beatin' sh*t, homes.

Barclay:
That was some hard hitting stuff. John Tesh School of Journalism.

James Russell:
Don't say anything about my fiancée's weight. She's sensitive.

Franklin Hatchett:
Man you must have one of them fat assed, Taco Bell, McDonalds eatin' big booty-assed girls.

Franklin Hatchett:
James had a lot of women. Actually, he had all the women.

James Russell:
All the women, all the guys, I f***ed 'em all!

Paula:
You better not be over at no girl's house.

Franklin Hatchett:
Hell no I ain't at no goddamn girl's house. I'm wanted for muder. I ain't got time to get no p*ssy.

Paula:
What?

Franklin Hatchett:
I ain't f***ing nobody but you.

Franklin Hatchett:
You're phat.

Grace Cipriani:
Excuse me?

Franklin Hatchett:
You're phat. P-H-A-T. Pretty Hot And Tempting.

Franklin Hatchett:
Whatever man, look I'll hook up the hair, but I ain't touching the earring 'cause I'm still a player!

James Russell:
Fine! I gotta make a phone call.

James Russell:
And I don't think there's any hot water left.

Franklin Hatchett:
What? WHAT? Punk-ass white boy. This tub better be clean.

Connie Supriani:
What am I supposed to tell them?

Guy Supriani:
You tell'em that our Grace is about to be married to some no-good, limp-dick bastard.

Grace Cipriani:
He is NOT limp-dick, Daddy.

Guy Supriani:
I DON'T WANNA HEAR THAT!

Guy Supriani:
So this James is a murderer, is that it?

Grace Cipriani:
No, Daddy, James is innocent.

Guy Supriani:
And this other guy, is he Vic Damone's son or isn't he?

Connie Supriani:
I don't know.

Guy Supriani:
So what are you telling me? He's 100% mooley?

Connie Supriani:
Who cares?

Guy Supriani:
I had Ma make him a matzarella omlet! That lying son of a b*tch bastard.

Franklin Hatchett:
You know guns don't kill people. Stupid motherfuckers with guns kill people.

James Russel:
I'm enlightened.

Franklin Hatchett:
Yeah, let me enlighten your ass! Bring your monkey ass up-here. Got me running all over goddamn town.

Franklin Hatchett:
(Reciting lyrics from You're the First, the Last, My Everything) You're his first, his last, his everything. I know there's only one like you and they could have made two. But your his sun, his moon his star. His kind of wonderful, that's what you are.

Veronica Cartwright:
Is he quoting Barry White?

Franklin Hatchett:
So you're his first, his last, his everything.

Franklin Hatchett:
(Talking on the phone) Hello? Yeah, it Mike Michke. Remember me? Yeah, you done f***ed with me for the last time goddammit. There's ah' bomb in tha' building. That's right, THERE'S AH' GODDAMN BOMB IN THA' BUILDING!

James Russell:
(Wrestling the phone from Franklin) F*** you, f*** you!

Franklin Hatchett:
THERE'S AH' GODDAMN BOMB IN THE BUILDING AND IT'S FIXIN' TO BLOW! YOU BETTER GET YO ASS OUT, RIGHT NOW!!!!