Do the Right Thing

Buggin' Out: Yo, Mookie. Mookie: What? Buggin' Out: Stay black.

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Buggin' Out: You the man. Mookie: No, you the man. Buggin' Out: You the man. Mookie: No, you the man. Buggin' Out: No, I'm just a struggling black man trying to keep my dick hard in a cruel and harsh world.

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Mookie: Pino, fuck you, fuck your fucking pizza, and fuck Frank Sinatra. Pino: Yeah? Well, fuck you, too, and fuck Michael Jackson.

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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

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Da Mayor: Doctor. Mookie: C'mon, what? What? Da Mayor: Always do the right thing. Mookie: That's it? Da Mayor: That's it. Mookie: I got it. I'm gone.

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Pino: Daddy, you know, I've been thinking... maybe we should sell this place, get out while we're still ahead... and alive. Sal: You really think you know what's best for us, Pino? Pino: Maybe we can... can we sell this and open up a new one in our own neighborhood? Sal: There's too many pizzerias already there. Pino: Then maybe we could... we could try something different. Sal: What am I gonna do? What am I - that's all I know. What am I doing? I been here twenty-five years. Where am I going? Pino: I'm sick of niggers. It's like I come to work, it's Planet of the Apes. I don't like being around them. They're animals. Sal: Why you got so much anger in you? Pino: Why? I'll tell you why. My friends, they laugh at me. They laugh right in my face. They tell me, "Go to Bed-Stuy. Go feed the moulies". Sal: Do your friends put money in your pocket, Pino? Food on your table? They pay your rent, a roof over your head? They're not your friends. If they were your friends they wouldn't laugh at yo

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