The Saint of Fort Washington

Jerry:
Maybe you ain't schizophrenic. Maybe you're just a saint.

[to a black couple who tipped him for washing their windshield]

Matthew:
Thank you. May all your children be white.

Little Leroy, Fort Washington Bully:
Meeeeeeooooowwwwww. Kitty cat. I'm always where th'moneyzat.

Little Leroy, Fort Washington Bully:
[sees Matthew handing out smokes] Meeeooow. Kitty cat, I'm always where th' money'zat

[pause]

Little Leroy, Fort Washington Bully:
Doncha know th' Bowery rate of exchange, boy?

Matthew:
No.

Little Leroy, Fort Washington Bully:
We here, in Washington Heights, that's in th' northern tip of the island of Manhattan, but we still operate at the Bowery rate.

Matthew:
Yeah, I don't know it.

Little Leroy, Fort Washington Bully:
Twenty cents, baby. Two thin dimes a smoke.

[holds smokes out to Matthew]

Little Leroy, Fort Washington Bully:
These my loosies. See, I th' loosies representative 'round here, y'understand? Now, y'settin' a bad example, boy. Y'takin' unfair advantage of dis here black man. I mean, how can a man compete yuh givin' it away fuh'nuthin'? See, it takes years to establish a rate of exchange an' yuh'destroyin' it in one night. Now you declare economic war on me

[gets up to grab Matthew]

Little Leroy, Fort Washington Bully:
, I declare it right back. You strike th' first blow, now it's my turn.

Jerry:
Thank you kindly.

Jerry:
It's your world, we just live on it...

Jerry:
Who are you?

Matthew:
I'm a photographer

Jerry:
Yea, and I'm the Lone Ranger, but without a horse.

Jerry:
A dime, Matthew! A dime!

Jerry:
This here little pill made by Mr. Johnson & Johnson. Th' God's true representative on earth. It ain't th' churches, or them synagogues, or the Pope... That jus' propaganda. It's th' pharmaceutical companies... Mr. Johnson & Johnson separatin' this black man from his pain. Yeh...

[takes pill]

Jerry:
Hallaluyah!

City Employee:
[thumping on door] Let's go! Let's go! We got th' building comin' down! Everybody move it out!

City Employee:
[thumping on door] We got th' building coming down! Everybody out! Let's go! Move it out!

City Employee:
[thumping on door] Let's go, folks! Move it out!... Move it out! We've got five minutes!

City Employee:
Building's comin' down! We gotta move! C'mon now! Let's go, folks! Move it out!

Rosario:
Don't use that sh*t. Use this sh*t. [hands Matthew his washer fluid]