This is Panda from Mexico. Very good stuff. Now, that's Bava. Different, but equally good. And that is Choco from the Harz Mountains of Germany. Now, the first two are the same. 300 a gram. Those are friend prices. But this one is a little more expensive. This is 500 a gram. But, when you shoot it, you will know where that extra money went. There's nothing wrong with these two. This is real, real, real good shit. But this one is a fuckin' madman. Remember, I just got back from Amsterdam. Am I a nigger? Are we in lnglewood? No. You're in my home. Now, white people who know the difference... between good shit and bad shit, this is the house they come to. Now, my shit, I'll take the Pepsi Challenge with that Amsterdam shit... - any old day of the fuckin' week. - That's a bold statement. This ain't Amsterdam, Vince. This is a seller's market. Coke is fuckin' dead as... dead. Heroin, it's comin' back in a big fuckin' way.
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I go there about once a year to chill out for a month. No kiddin'? I didn't know that. Why would you? [ "Ace Of Spades" ]
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You fight through that shit.
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[ Sniffing ] I said goddamn! Goddamn! Goddamn.
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Hello, little man. Boy, I sure heard a bunch about you. See, I was a good friend of your dad's. We were in that Hanoi pit of hell together... over five years. Hopefully... you'll never have to experience this yourself, but when two men are in a situation like me and your dad were... for as long as we were, you take on certain responsibilities of the other. If it'd been me who'd- not made it, Major Coolidge'd be talking right now to my son Jim. But the way it turned out, I'm talking to you.
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Did you get everything? - Yes, I did. - Good job, Sugar Pop. Did everything go as planned? - You didn't listen to the- Ow! - [ Giggles ] You didn't listen to the radio? I never listen to your fights. Were you the winner? I won, all right. - Are you still retiring? - Sure am. So it all worked out in the finish.
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Warm. Warmer. Disco. Hello? Push the button if you want to talk. Hello? Go make yourself a drink, and I'll be down in two shakes of a lamb's tail. The bar's by the fireplace.
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Keep the light off. - Is that better, Sugar Pop? - Oui. - [ Siren Wailing ln Distance ] - [ Dog Barking ]
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Say it. - [ Moans ] - Fabienne, I want you to be with me. - Forever? - Forever and ever.
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- Don't you hate that? - Hate what? Uncomfortable silences.
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- [ Loud Crash ] - [ Jody ] What the hell was that?
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Do you still want me to go with you?
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It ain't nobody else's business. Two: You leave town tonight. Right now.