Yakavetta: I'm having a shitty day. I'm depressed. Tell me a funny joke.
Rocco: Uh, OK. There's these three guys
walking on the beach, a spic, a white guy, and a black guy.
Yakavetta: Nigger.
Rocco: Yeah, right. So they find this
pot, rub it, and a genie comes out. The genie says you can wish for whatever you want. So he asks the Mexican what he wants,
and he says "I want all my people in America to be happy and free, and in Mexico." So the genie goes poof. It's done. Then
he says to the black guy...
Vincenzo Lipazzi: Nigger.
Rocco: Yeah, right, he says to the nigger "What do you want?"
And the nigger says "I want all my nigger brothers to be back in Africa, and happy and free and everything." So the genie
goes poof. And they're all back in Africa. So... I'm not funny today, really, this joke sucks, I know...
Yakavetta: Continue
the joke.
Rocco: Uh, so he says to the white guy, "What's your one wish?" And the white guy says, "Wait, you mean to tell
me that all the spics and niggers are out of America?" The genie goes yeah, and the white guy says, uh, "I'll have a Coke,
then."
Connor: You know what we need? Some rope.
Murphy: What are you, insane?
Connor: No, I'm serious. Charlie Bronson's
always got a rope. In the movies, they've always got rope and they always end up using it.
Murphy: That's stupid. Name
one fucking thing you're gonna need a rope for.
Connor: It's not what they need it for, they just always need it.
Murphy:
What's this "they" shit? This isn't a movie.
[Murphy picks up a huge commando knife]
Connor: Oh,
is that right, Rambo?
Murphy: All right, get your stupid fucking rope.
Paul Smecker: So you're telling me it was one guy with six guns, and he was a senior frigging citizen?
Murphy: We're sorta like 7-11. We're not always doin' business, but we're always open.
Connor: That was nicely put.
Rocco: Shut your fat ass, Rayvie! I can't even go to the store to get a pack of smokes without runnin' into nine guys
you've fucked.
Connor: Jesus. He brought a six-shooter.
Murphy: There's nine bodies, genius.
Connor: What the fuck were you
going to do, laugh the last three to death, Funny-Man?
Rocco: Fucking... What the fuck. Who the fuck fucked this fucking... How did you two fucking fucks... FUCK.
Connor:
Well, that certainly illustrates the diversity of the word.
Detective Dolly: [sarcastically] So, what's the symbology of all this?
Paul Smecker: "Symbology?"
Well, now that Duffy's relinquished his King Bonehead crown, I see we have a new heir to the throne. The word I believe you're
looking for is "symbolism".
Paul Smecker: Why don't you get me a cup of coffee?
Detective Greenly: Who the hell is this...?
Paul Smecker:
Cafe latte.
Detective Greenly: What the fuck...?
Paul Smecker: Twist of lemon.
Detective Greenly: Chief, what
the fuck is this?
Paul Smecker: Sweet 'N' Low.
(Greenly goes to get his coffee)
