Street vendor:
[appears while Nicky is sleeping in Central Park] My man's into deep nocturnal shit. [steals Nicky's flask] Whoo! Mm-hmm, yeah!
John:
Yo, man, I think that guy just stole his stuff!
Pete:
Should we wake him up?
John:
Yeah. You do it.
Pete:
Rise and shine, Devil Guy! Some dude just stole your shit!
Nicky:
What?! Where?! [exhales fire; John and Pete stare in amazement] Which way did he go?
John:
Uh, that way!
Nicky:
Thanks! Give me back my flask!
Pete:
Did you check out the dragon mouth?!
John:
The Dark Prince is here! [they head-butt one another]
Street vendor:
Check out my stuff, I got a low price! Uh, I got a pepper shaker! I got a silver doodad from Africa!
Nicky:
[approaches the stand] Hey.
Street vendor:
See something you like, my man?
Nicky:
Yes, I would like my flask back!
Street vendor:
You're calling me a thief, my man?
Nicky:
I'm calling you the guy who has my flask.
Street vendor:
How would I have it unless I was, in fact, a thief?
Nicky:
I don't know.
[Deleted scene; a customer arrives]
Customer:
Ooh. How much for the silver flask there?
Street vendor:
Ah, my man. Business, business, business. That's a special item selling. The cap alone is one hundred percent pure... plappium.
Nicky:
"Plappium"?
Street vendor:
It's valued at over three hundred dollars.
Customer:
Really? What's it from?
Nicky:
It was handcrafted in Hell by Satan himself, and its sole purpose is to get the Fireball of Hades burning once again.
Customer:
I'm gonna keep looking.
[Theatrical version resumes]
Street vendor:
Now, you've done it. You've messed with my business, bitch!
Nicky:
I would appreciate it if you would keep your voice down! [flames appear in Nicky's eyes]
Street vendor:
Oh, you're going all crazy eyed on me? I'll show you some crazy eye! [clicks tongue really fast with fists up] Look at this, come on, let's get busy!
Valerie:
Excuse me, sir?
Street vendor:
Who?
Valerie:
Does, um, that flask belong to this man?
Street vendor:
Now you're going to call me a thief, too?! Damn!
Valerie:
Okay, look. Today, the guy you ripped off just happened to walk by and bust you, so why don't you just…give him the flask back?
Street vendor:
What're you going to do if I don't, bite me with your snaggletooth?
Valerie:
No. But maybe that policeman over there might have something to say.
Street vendor:
Awwwww, take your dumb-ass canteen, goofy! [turns to Valerie] And you, get your raggedy-ass clothes and find yourself another corner, before I show you what crazy really is!
Valerie:
Fine, I will!
Street vendor:
I'm a business man! Blah-blah-blah-blah!
Nicky:
I'll be seeing you in a few years. [street vendor clicks tongue really fast at Nicky as he leaves]