The King of Staten Island2020

[Scott walks into tattoo parlor with the owner tattooing a muscular white supremacist]

Scott:
Did-did you happen to get a chance to take a look at the, uh...

Tattoo parlor owner Yeah, I looked at your book. I mean, I drew like that, too, when I was 14.

Tattoo parlor owner:
From what I saw, you don't really have the basics, so you got to figure that out.

Scott:
Well, yeah, that's why I'm here. I mean, I was hoping I can learn from you.

Tattoo parlor owner:
Right, well, um, you'd be my apprentice. Uh, you'll be a slave to the shop.

Scott:
Hey, man. As long as I get to tattoo people, right?

Tattoo parlor owner:
No. Never. Until I say. Uh, you'll be sterilizing needles, washing my car, taking the trash out. I mean, you're basically our b*tch.

Scott:
So, how much will I be, like, making here?

Tattoo parlor owner:
Dick.

Scott:
Dick.

Tattoo parlor owner:
Okay, well... It's a long line of people who want this job, man.

Scott:
How do I, like, pay my rent?

Tattoo parlor owner:
That one right there is not my problem. It's your first day, you're already complaining.

Scott:
It's kind of weird, huh?

Tattoo parlor owner:
Yeah, let's not do this. You should take a walk. P*ssy.

Scott:
All right.

Tattoo parlor owner:
Well, could I ask you a question? If I did work here?

Client:
Why is he still here?

Scott:
Let's say some idiot walks in, right? And he wants to get a tattoo of a Confederate flag wrapped around the Grim Reaper. You could tell that guy to go f*** himself, right? 'Cause that's a ridiculous tattoo to ask for.

Tattoo parlor owner:
It's not my place to judge people, man. I don't do that.

Scott:
Well, what if another guy walked in and he wanted to get a tattoo of his dead friend James on his chest, right? But you know James, and you don't want to give him the tattoo, 'cause you know James and he's an a**hole and that the world's better off without him. What do you do then?

Client:
You have a death wish?

Scott:
No, I don't have a death wish. But that lady on the motorcycle does. She's not even wearing any underwear. She's gonna burn her p*ssy.

Client:
[Gets up and starts menacing Scott] Do you want to do this?! You really want to f***ing do this?!

Scott:
I don't want to do anything with you. I just want to know who killed James. Was it the Confederate flag man? Was it the motorcycle lady? [Client lunges at Scott who runs away]