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- I got Mr Raymond's cigarettes.
Directed by Eddie Murphy. With Eddie Murphy, Richard Pryor, Redd Foxx, Danny Aiello. During the 1930s, a New York City illegal gambling house owner and his associates must deal with strong competition, gangsters, and corrupt cops in order to stay in business. Harlem Nights is a 1989 American crime comedy-drama film written, executive produced, and directed by Eddie Murphy.Murphy co-stars with Richard Pryor as a team running a nightclub in late-1930s Harlem while contending with gangsters and corrupt police officials. Harlem Nights,Harlem Nightstrailer,Harlem Nightsfull movie,Harlem Nightscaught on tape,Harlem Nightsin elevator prank,Harlem Nightstrailer,Harlem Nightsfull movie,Harlem Nightscaught on tape,Harlem Nightsin mirror,Harlem Nightscaught on tape,Harlem Nightssims 3,Harlem Nightsprank,Harlem Nightsenglish,Harlem Nightscaught on tape,Harlem.
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Harlem Nights (1989) Della Reese as Vera. Vera: YOU shut the fuck up, Bennie! I would tell you to kiss my ass, but knowing you, you probably can't find it, you blind motherfucker!
Kid, give me my cigarettes.
Wait, wait, wait! Hold it.
What's this kid doing here?
Get out before I kick your little ass.
You ain't kicking shit.
Don't worryabout him.
He runs errands for me.
I don't care who he is or what he does.
Kids bring me bad luck.
The bet is fading. Stop talking and shoot
the dice. You're fucking up the game.
I ain't shooting shit. I told you kids
bring me bad luck. I can't stand them.
Now, get the f*ck out of here
before I kick your ass.
You ain't whupping shit. Shoot the dice,
you snaggle-toothed motherfucker.
All right, I'm going to shoot.
But I'd better not crap.
That's all I know, I'd better not crap.
Come on, 6. I've been waiting all night.
Baby needs shoes, new clothes.
- And you need some teeth.
- Shoot the goddamn dice, man!
I'm going to shoot the damn dice.
I'll send every one of you home broke.
Come on, 6, with your bad ass.
Come on!
Craps!
What are you doing with this kid in here?
Didn't I say they're bad luck?
What's that sign say? 'Ray's Place'.
That's me. This is my place.
I have in here whoever I want.
You lost. So pass the dice,
or buy them from this motherfucker.
- And I ain't selling.
- I ain't buying.
I'm going to shoot this again and
you're going to get this kid out of here.
What the f*ck is wrong with you?
Man, look, you shot, you lost.
We'd have paid you
if you won, but you lost.
Now, go home and brush that tooth.
You think that's funny?
I told you
I couldn't stand kids in the room.
- They're bad luck. You wouldn't listen.
- I'm listening.
Listen to this.
I want back all the money
I lost tonight plus what you took in.
Do you understand me,
you smooth-talking son of a bitch?
Tell that old frog-faced dude to go
out there and bring back the money.
Tell him, or I'll stick your ass,
and I'm going to stick him,
and I'll stick this littleYankee ass,
bad-luck motherfuckerstanding here.
Then you'll have to stick us
because I ain't giving you shit.
Wait! Before you do,
I just want to tell you one thing.
Tell me what, punk?
What the f*ck do you want to tell me?
What do you want to tell me?
- It slips my mind.
- Slips your mind?
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Holy shit!
Goddamn. I guess
he does have bad luck with kids.
He was going to stab us, so I shot him.
Bennie, Slim, Moses, would you help
get this dead motherfucker out, please?
The game's over for tonight.
I'm taking this boy home to his mother.
My mama's dead.
- Well, your daddy.
- My father's dead, too.
- Did you kill them?
- No, they're just dead.
Give me that pistol.
Where do you stay?
- I don't live nowhere.
- You can stay with me for a while.
I wouldn't trust him in the house.
- He's all right. Give me five!
- I ain't giving you shit.
He's one hell of a motherfucker.
Come on.
- I'll clean up.
- Please.
So you shot him.
How about some ice cream?
CLUB SUGARRA Y:
- Ray, look. Tommy is coming.
- Where?
- Over there.
- Oh, shit!
- Mr Smalls, good evening.
- My man. How are you doing, brother?
- Thank you.
- Do you want me to kick his ass?
No, don't kick his ass.
Thank you, Roberto.
It looks like the competition
has stopped by to check us out.
That's Tommy Smalls.
He runs the Pitty Pat Club.
I know that's Smalls, but who's
that girl with him? She is beautiful.
Wait a minute.
Don't mess around with her.
That's the mistress of a famous
gangster namedBugsy Calhoune.
That's Calhoune's girl?
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What would a woman that fine
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