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31.4s
♪ Ain't no music... ♪ - ♪ I ♪ - ♪ I need ♪ ♪ Need smoke ♪ ♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa ♪ ♪ I need ♪ ♪ I... ♪ Sorry. I'm sorry. ♪ To smoke ♪ ♪ Who gon' hold me down now? ♪ ♪ I wanna get high, y'all ♪ ♪ Whoa ♪ ♪ I wanna get high, y'all ♪ ♪ Need it, need it to get by... ♪ I'm sorry. I'm sorry. ♪ Need it to get by, y'all. ♪
The King of Staten Island
2m27s
Hey, busboy, why is table 12 still dirty? Oh, 'cause they were talking. I didn't think I should interrupt them, but... Interrupt them. Get them out of here. - All right. - Do your job. - Sorry. Whoa. - Take it easy there, brother. - My bad. - Jesus. - Thank you. Uh, hi. Uh, are you done enjoying your meal? There is food in my mouth, and I am chewing. Do you think that I'm finished? I'm just holding this for my health? - Get me some water. - Sorry. - Hey, come here. Come here. Can we order? - Uh, yeah. - I'll go get your waiter. - Whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, no. We don't have time for that. We're in a hurry. I'm starving. Okay. Can I go? Usually, the woman goes first, but go ahead. - No, no, no, no. - Oh, yeah? - How about I'm paying? - All right. Can I have a chicken parm with meat sauce? No marinara. Thin. Thin chicken parm. Why aren't you writing it down? Yeah, I-I can't actually because, uh, I'm not a waiter. I'm just a busboy, so they don't even give me a pen. Memorize it. Yeah. Seafood pasta. That's what I want. No clams, okay? Double up on the shrimp. That's how I always get it. We come here all the time. I'm not gonna remember a word you guys just said. It's not rocket science. Just go. - Get our shit. - Oh, I'm... All right. I'm starving. ♪ Send me the addy, I'm hunting 'em down ♪ ♪ Send me the addy, I'm hunting 'em down ♪ ♪ Grrt, grrt... ♪ There a dance party or something? - It's fight night. - All right, fight night! Tournament of champions! Fighting for tips. Who's going? Who's going first? - I, Zoots. - Zoots. - Everyone fights for their tips. - The tips that we earn? Y-Yeah, but you have to fight for them now. Who wants some?! Huh?! - Huh? - Who got it?! - It's you, bro. - No way. No, no way. - Put the gloves on. Get in there. Get in there. Hit him. - Hey, yo. - Hey. I don't want... Please, I don... I-I don't want to do this. - Let's just not do this. - You don't want to do this? - What do you mean? - No, well, 'cause we're friends, right? Yeah, no, for the next 15 seconds, this friendship is over, son. - Understand that? - What? - Hmm? - What? Got to understand, fighting is serious. - I don't like it. - It's sacred. It's how I tribute my Lord and Savior. - What? - It's the way I tribute my Lord and Savior, Jesus. I don't think Jesus would want you to kick my ass right now. He would want me to have these tips. - That's what he means. - You can have the tips. I don't even want 'em. - What is this? - I don't know. What's this shit? I've seen Creed a f... a couple times. - What'd you do? - I seen Creed a couple times. - Oh. - Are we about to do the Cotton Eye Joe? - Yeah. - Yeah. - Come on, son. - Okay. - Yeah. Okay. - Come on, son. Oh, that's right. You gonna come this way? Come this way, boy. - Okay. - Come on. Go ahead, take your shot, boy. - Go ahead, take your shot, boy. - For real? - Uh-huh, yeah. Come on! - Ooh! Now we are friends, - goddamn it! - Oh, geez. Take that shit. Yeah! We friends now, nigga, 'cause that's what friends are for. Out this bitch.
The King of Staten Island
33.1s
But, uh, hey, no harm, no foul. You know? 'Cause, uh, if that didn't happen, I, uh... wouldn't have met this lovely lady. Oh, well, happy to help. Things work out. Yeah. Thank God I did what I did, then. Uh, would you guys like to start with still or, uh, sparkling water? - Oh, let's go sparkling. - Uh, spar... Yeah. Yeah? You like sparkling? - Yeah. - Okay. Yeah. Oh, can we get some more bread, too? - Usually go still. - You know? Last time I came here, it came out hot. - Yeah. - It was... oh, it was perfect. It's like my mom made it. Sure. Sparkling and hot bread. All right. Thanks, buddy.
The King of Staten Island
36.3s
What do you think about his tattoo restaurant idea? I think it's terrible. Getting a tattoo is like, uh... it's a medical procedure. You don't want to go to the hospital and order supper, you know? I just love that he has big dreams, but he's just so lost. I mean, no matter how much I try to fill him with good energy, he just... he's got no self-esteem. He's really going nowhere. Don't be so hard on yourself. Scientists have been doing studies. They say a lot of this stuff is genetic. You know, you inherit it from your grandparents. So blame them.
The King of Staten Island
19.6s
And just-just stick to your guns. All right? It'll be fine. Hey. Hey! Come on in. Come have breakfast with us. I made pancakes, and I made the sausage that you like, an omelet. Come, come, come, come sit. Man, these eggs are spectacular. With the onions and the peppers. I love it. I love it.
The King of Staten Island
35.4s
Uh, look... I would love to tattoo your back. Okay, cool. All right, but here's the deal. No unicorns. - No rainbows, all right? - Uh. None of that shit little girls like to color in. Okay. No body parts. No nudity. - Okay. - No Chinese letters. - All right. All right, fine. - I want, I... I want to be able to fucking read whatever you put back there. I don't need some o-order for orange chicken or some shit. All right. Here we go. You ready? Yep, let's do it. Let's get it over with. Yeah, I-I really appreciate this. This is... It's actually very nice. Good. All right.
The King of Staten Island
37.2s
It's a butthole. - Get it? - Oh, my God. ♪ What the fuck, though? Where the love go? ♪ ♪ Oh! ♪ - Uh-huh. - So, we're talking about how the one percent keeps, like, getting bigger and bigger and bigger, and the wealth inequality is just out of control, and we can't continue with capitalism this way. Yeah, I'm s... I'm sick of the rat race. Yeah, no, exactly. Like, what happened to the American dream? I know. It's like an American nightmare now. - Oh, my... Yeah, exa... - Right? ♪ What the fuck, though? Where the love go? ♪ ♪ Five, four, three, two, I let one go, bow ♪ - Bring it... Oh, shit! - Oh! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!
The King of Staten Island
1m6s
- We're gonna have a good night. - Oh, yeah. No, we're not. I hate college parties. You've never been to a college party. Come on, just enjoy it. - Relax. Go with it, okay? - Yes, relax. ♪ Five, four, three, two, I let one go, bow ♪ ♪ Get the fuck, though, I don't bluff, bro ♪ ♪ Aiming at your head like a buffalo ♪ ♪ What the fuck, though? Where the love go... ♪ What's your major? It's, uh, uh, evolutionary sociology with-with a splash of bio. Oh. I-I didn't know you could do that. Yeah, you can do whatever the fuck you want. It's college. ♪ I don't huff, though, yellow diamonds up close ♪ ♪ Catch a sunstroke ♪ ♪ At your front door with a gun stowed ♪ ♪ Put the green in the bag like a lawn mower ♪ ♪ Hair trigger pulled back like a cornrow ♪ ♪ What the fuck, bro? Where the love go? ♪ I like your tattoos. I'm an actress, so, like, I don't think I can get that many tattoos, because, like, what if I get cast as, like, an angelic role? Like, I'm kind of, like, a young Winona Ryder. So, like, I could play those parts, and, like, also, like, back when Shakespeare was writing plays, like... ♪ Five, four, three, two, I let one go ♪ ♪ Bow, get the fuck, though, I don't bluff, bro ♪ ♪ Aiming at your head like a buffalo ♪ - What do you think? - What is that?
The King of Staten Island
55.3s
- ♪ Nice ♪ - ♪ Oh ♪ ♪ You what's up, girl, ain't got to ask it ♪ ♪ I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets ♪ ♪ They should arrest you or whoever dressed you ♪ ♪ Ain't gon' stress you ♪ ♪ But I'm-a let you know, girl, you be killin' 'em ♪ ♪ You be killin' 'em ♪ ♪ Girl, you be killin' 'em ♪ ♪ Uh-uh, oh ♪ ♪ Often imitated, never duplicated ♪ ♪ They say she a dime, I say she underrated ♪ - ♪ Nice ♪ - ♪ I just met her ♪ ♪ So the next solution ♪ ♪ Dead my old chick, execution ♪ ♪ You what's up, girl, ain't got to ask it ♪ ♪ I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets ♪ ♪ Girl, you be killin' 'em ♪ ♪ You be killin' 'em ♪ ♪ Girl, you be killin' 'em ♪ ♪ You be killin' 'em ♪ ♪ Girl, you be killin' 'em... ♪ - Scott? - Yo. Come sit down. I need to talk to you about something. What's up? Someone die? No, no, nobody's dead. Thank God.
The King of Staten Island
1m28s
Is that why you're here right now? No. Did you just fuck me for shelter? No, I didn't fuck you for shelter. Uh, I-I-I didn't do anything. What? I didn't... I just... I just need a place to stay. Oh, God. Dude, dude, how many times we got to do this? What do you mean? I-I just want to... I just need... It's just for a couple weeks. It's not that big of a deal. A few weeks? You just said a few days. - Uh, or a couple months. It's... - Months? I'm figuring my stuff out. I don't know the future. Oh, my God, you... There you go. - What the... Hey. - I'm not going to let myself be upset by you, but I'm gonna tell you something. You make me feel so crazy. I'm not gonna let myself be crazy now, but you make me feel crazy! You are so crazy that you make everyone around you feel fucking crazy. The people meet you, and they're normal people, and then they hang out with you, and then they're fucking Jack Nicholson in The Shining or something. Okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I got to stay Zen. I got to meditate. I'm meditating right now, and you got to go. - What? What? - Yeah, here's your shit. Okay. Staying calm. You got to leave. It's time to go. Well... Get out. Well, I don't have anywhere to go. It's not my problem anymore. Thank you for the sex. It was wonderful until you started talking. You got to go. Could I sleep in your brother's room? No. But he has bunk beds. He's 14 years old.
The King of Staten Island