Can l talk to you
for a second?
What?
Who's your favorite
basketball player?
Magic Johnson.
Who's your favorite
movie star?
Eddie Murphy.
Who's your favorite rock star?
Prince.
You're a Prince freak.
Boss. Bruce.
Prince.
All you talk about
is nigger this and nigger that.
Your favorite people
are niggers.
lt's different.
Magic, Eddie, Prince...
are not niggers.
l mean, they're not black,
l mean--
Let me explain myself.
They're--
They're not really black.
l mean, they're black,
but not really.
They're more than black.
lt's different.
lt's different?
Yeah. To me,
it's different.
Deep down you wish
you were black.
Get the fuck out of here.
Go ahead, laugh.
Your hair's kinkier than mine.
What does that mean?
And you know what they say
about dark ltalians.
You know, l been listening...
and reading--
You been reading now?
l read.
l've been reading
about your leaders.
Reverend Al
''Mister Doo'' Sharpton.
Jesse ''Keep hope alive''...
That's fucked up.
''Keep hope alive.''
That's fucked.
Don't talk about Jesse.
And even the other guy,
what's his name?
Faraman, Fairakan--
Minister Farakhan.
Right. Sorry.
Minister Farakhan.
Anyway, Minister Farakhan
always talks about the so-called day...
when the black man
will rise.
What does he say?
''We will one day
rule the earth
as we did
in our glorious past''?
That's right.
What past?
What did l miss?
We started civilization.
Man, keep dreaming, man.
Then you woke up!
Pino, fuck you.
Fuck your fucking pizza,
and fuck Frank Sinatra.
Yeah? Well, fuck you, too,
and fuck Michael Jackson.
You dago, wop, guinea,
garlic-breath,
pizza-slinging,
spaghetti-bending,
Vic Damone, Perry Como,
Luciano Pavarotti,
solo mio,
nonsinging motherfucker.
You gold-teeth,
gold-chain-wearing,
fried-chicken
and biscuit-eating monkey,
ape, baboon, big thigh,
fast-running,
high-jumping,
spear-chucking,
360-degree basketball-dunking,
tit, soon, spade,
moulan, yan.
Take your fucking pizza piece
and go the fuck back to Africa.
You little slanty-eyed,
me-no-speaky-American,
own every fruit and vegetable stand
in New York,
bullshit,
Reverend Sun Yung Moon,
Summer Olympic '88,
Korean kick-boxing,
son-of-a-bitch.
You Goya bean-eating,
15-in-a-car,
30-in-an-apartment,
pointy shoes, red-wearing,
menudo, mira-mira,
Puerto Rican cocksucker.
Yeah, you!
lt's cheap.
l got good price for you,
Mayor Kochie,
''How l'm doing?''
Chocolate-egg-cream drinking,
bagel-and-lox,
B'nai B'rith, Jew asshole.
Yo! Hold up!
Time out!
Time out!
Y'all, take a chill!
Ya need to cool
that shit out!
