Sleepers1996

Fat Mancho:
You want a Rolls-Royce, you don't come here, no no. You go to England, or wherever the f*** they make it. If you want champagne, you go see the French. If you need money, you find a Jew. But, if you want dirt, or scum buried under a rock somewhere, or some secret nobody wants anybody to know about, there's only one place to go: right here, Hell's Kitchen. It is the lost and found of sh*t. They lose it and we find it. Forget about it, man.