laughs.
I warn you!
I am extensively read
in White Crane Kung Fu
and Hapkido!
[Snarling]
Right, all right,
get down, Skridlow.
Okay, okay,
don't get your balls
in an uproar.
We can always talk.
Well, then talk!
Well, not to you.
To the boss.
Me and Doctor Detroit.
Face to face.
Uh, you and Doctor Detroit.
Okay, fine.
I'll set up a meeting...
All right.
...between you
and Doctor Detroit.
Uh, tomorrow night,
at the 126th St. Graveyard.
At midnight.
[Chuckling]
Midnight?
The graveyard?
That's kinda dramatic,
ain't it?
Well, that's my offer.
Take it or leave it,
Bigfoot!
[Snarling]
Come on now, cool it!
Cool it!
Get down, Skridlow,
with your Hapkido self.
All right!
Yeah, brother,
show 'em what you can do.
Well, that's it!
That's my offer.
Tomorrow night,
126th St. Graveyard, midnight.
No excuses. No substitutions!
I don't talk
to flunkies!
Now, I'll meet
with your Doctor,
and we'll settle
this shit together!
Well then, fine. If our
business here is concluded,
I'll kindly ask you to leave.
Leave!
Okay, come on.
Get out!
Tomorrow!
Get out of here,
all of you.
Come on, boys.
[Clifford yelling]
Out! Scat! Be gone! Raus!
And don't let the door hit you
and your collective asses
on the way out!
All right, Skridlow!
[All clamoring]
That Hapkido shit
came in handy, brother!
You were wonderful.
You were a hero.
(Jasmine)
Our knight
in shining armor.
So macho.
Umm.
You really think so?
(all)
Oh, yeah.
Look, but, w-w-w-what were
they saying earlier
about... about you girls?
I mean, c-c-could it
possibly be...
Oh, come on, Cliff.
You're a big boy.
It's a job.
We're working girls.
And believe me,
honey, we are the best.
[All agreeing]
You are professionals.
And Smooth was your
[stammering]
Pi-pi-pi...
Does that change anything,
Cliff?
[Sighing]
All right, don't tell me
any more.
I will be your protector,
but I won't be your manager,
your agent,
[stammering]
Nor your pi-pi-pi...
I can't even say it.
Anyway, it won't be me.
It will be Doctor Detroit.
Now, for now,
we just maintain,
we go on as before
until Smooth returns.
The Doctor will take care
of everything.
But above all,
don't tell anybody
about Doctor Detroit,
nor what I am doing.
Nobody.
[All chattering]
I will try.
Absolutely.
This Doctor Detroit is bad.
B-A-D, man.
He's badder than
Larry Holmes.
He's badder than
Joe Frazier.
Badder than
Ken Norton.
(all)
Oh.
Badder than Jerry Quarry.
He's even badder than
Mr. Clean!
Mom, Mom,
it's all over the streets.
What?
Doctor Detroit's
movin' in.
They say we are
movin' out.
Oh, the hell, you say!
I haven't even
met the Doctor.
[Slurping]
But when I do,
[glass breaking]
He's dog meat.
Yeah.
I must do the decent thing.
[Crickets chirping]
It's such
an indecent profession.
You enjoyed it,
though, didn't you?
Yes, but I didn't
have to pay.
What about this
Doctor Detroit?
What about him?
Somebody has to
do the work.
Better him than you.
You? Me?
[Sighs]
Sleep on it.
Yeah.
Okay, sleep on it.
[Owl hooting]
[Whispering]
Cliff?
Oh, oh!
Shh!
Be quiet.
[Clattering]
Jasmine?
What... What... What are you
doing here? This is my room.
Uh, Jasmine,
where are you taking me?
I'm still half-asleep.
Quick, quick.
Are... Are you listening to me?
Are you listening to me?
Ooh, Ulysses S.
Motherfucking Grant.
Welcome to the neighborhood,
brother.
Ooh, Cliff,
check out this money, man.
Cash, money.
L... I know, but... but where did
all this money come from?
The old-fashioned way.
We earned it!
But...
Cliffie, there are
other fringe benefits.
Uh, uh...
Like samples.
Oriental baths.
I don't...
Swedish massages.
French lessons.
I know how to speak...
Exotic, erotic,
juicy adventures.
It's ridiculous!
I mean, what would men
of real virtue do
if they were in my position?
I'll tell you one thing,
they wouldn't sit around
wearin' those pajamas.
(all)
Ooh.