The Saint of Fort Washington1993

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.