[Wu is explaining his problem to Al by drawing pictures]
W Mr. Wu
Bok Gwai Lo... cocksucka!
Yeah, glad I taught you that fuckin' word. These are whites, huh?
W Mr. Wu
White cocksucka! [shows empty bag]
Two white cocksuckers killed him and stole the dope that he was bringing to you.
W Mr. Wu
White cocksucka! You, Swedgin.
[suddenly enraged] The dope that you were gonna fuckin' sell to me?
These two white cocksuckers? Who the fuck did it?
"Who," you ignorant fuckin' chink!
Who? Who? Who stole the fucking dope?
Anything the mayor should know?
The name of another tailor.
As damp as your hands are, why do you continuously lick your fuckin' thumb?
Could you learn the habit of lickin' a fuckin' stump?
You can't slit the throat of everyone whose character it would improve.
[to Adams] Get a fuckin' haircut. Looks like your mother fucked a monkey.
How many memories, fond to their recollection, have their setting in that tight little dining room?
Yeah, well it's fucked now.
Anyways, we gotta open soon.
Who would argue that the venue was the cause of these happy memories, nor the bill of fare? The bitter coffee, the rancid bacon, those stale biscuits that were tomb and grave to so many insects. No, gentlemen, it was the meandering conversation, the lingering with men of character - some of whom are walking with me now - that was such pleasure to experience, and such a joy now to recall.
Good of you to say, Mr. Merrick.
Yeah… back atcha, as far as… that goes.
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