Buggin' Out:
Hey, hey, Sal, how come you ain't got no brothers up on the wall here?
Sal:
You want brothers up on the wall, get your own place. You can do what you want to do. You can put your brothers and uncles and nieces and nephews, step-fathers, step-mothers, whoever you want. See? But, this is *my* pizzeria. American Italians up on the wall.
Vito:
Take it easy, Pop.
Pino:
Don't start.
Buggin' Out:
Yeah, that might be fine, Sal, but, you own this, rarely do I see any American Italians eatin' in here. All I see is Black folks. So since we spend much money here, we do have some say.
Sal:
You lookin' for trouble? You a troublemaker, is that what you are? You makin' trouble?
Buggin' Out:
Yeah! I'm a troublemaker. I'm makin' trouble.
Sal:
You're a ball breaker. Always comin' in here lookin' for trouble, aren't you. Suppose I busted your head. How would you - Now, Mookie. Mookie, you wanna get your friend outta here.
Buggin' Out:
Oh, you wanna kick me out now? You're gonna kick me out, huh?
Sal:
Nah, I'm not kickin' you out. You're kickin' yourself out.
Buggin' Out:
What? Look, we want some brothers up on the wall. Yo, Malcolm X, Nelson Mandela, you know, Michael Jordan. Tomorrow!
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