insurance agent?
- I don't have insurance, besides...
NEIGHBOR 2:
It's that guy again. Hey!
NEIGHBOR 1:
Don't let him get away.
- You know where he went?
NEIGHBOR 2: This way.
NEIGHBOR 1:
That's him.
CASHIER: Come on, get your
grubby face out of here. Get out.
- Hey, fella, where you going?
- Restroom?
You didn't just come use the bathroom?
The bathroom's for customers only.
I'm gonna order something, really.
I just wanna use your bathroom, okay?
CASHIER:
Hey, didn't you hear me?
Come on, you goddamn mutt,
get out of here and stay out of here.
Menu's on the table.
Make yourself comfortable.
- I set it up for you.
- Oh.
Thank you.
Oh...
KIKl: "Paul and Marcy, Horst and I
went to Club Berlin for drinks. "
I'm just gonna go put a quarter
in the meter at my car.
Let's see.
I'll have a burger, medium rare, coffee.
May I enter?
I can't let you in at the moment.
Will it be possible to be admitted...
...at a more convenient time
for the club?
It is possible, but not at the moment.
PAUL:
God.
If you're so drawn to it,
you can try and force your way in.
Got any money?
Yes, I have money.
Is that what you want? Money?
Why didn't you just ask that
in the first place, man?
Here. It's not much,
but it's all I've got.
I'll take it because I don't want you
to feel you left anything untried.
You keep the quarter.
You'll still have to wait
a few minutes.
Hey, Mott.
Why doesn't he have to wait?
Tonight is Mohawk night.
If you had a Mohawk, you could go in.
[CHUCKLING]
Come on. We're both adults.
Why don't you just let me in!
- Do you really wanna go inside?
- Yes.
It's very important.
I've got people in there expecting me.
Why don't you just let me in.
You're sure?
Yes, I'm sure.
[BAD BRAINS "PAY TO CUM" PLAYS]
BOUNCER:
Coming through, coming through.
- To your left and straight ahead.
PAUL: What?
Right through there.
It's straight through there.
- Mohawk this guy.
- With pleasure.
Kiki! Kiki! Horst!
Kiki! Horst!
Marcy's dead!
Neil and Pepe are crooks!
I'm broke! Help!
No! Don't!
[SCREAMING]
God, what have they done to me?
God. I'll kill those barbarians.
Kill them.
Bald. God! Get me a gun.
[KNOCKING]
Hello? Hello?
[CROWD MUMBLING]
Taxi. Taxi.
Come here.
- God, I'm so sorry.
PAUL: It's all right.
Oh, this is great.
Look, I got the money back.
Isn't that great?
Now you can take me uptown.
Great. I'll be right back.
- See how you like it!
- No, don't! No!
Oh, no.
No, no, no.
I don't believe it. Did you see that?
- Look at your arm. It's bleeding.
- Oh, great.
I feel terrible.
Look, why don't you come with me
and I'll get you a bandage.
- No, thank you. It's not that serious.
- No, I insist.
No...
- Do you have a telephone?
- Yeah.
I'm sorry. I just...
You wouldn't believe
what I've been through tonight.
You just wouldn't believe it.
Oh... I'm an ice cream vendor.
Mister Softee.
What?
I...
You misunderstood.
I didn't ask what you did.
I said, "You wouldn't believe
what I've been through tonight. "
It's not boring.
And I have my own Mister Softee truck.
It's not. It's not boring.
Oh...
Also, you need a Class Four
New York chauffeur's license.
Guess who has one.
Got it on my own.
Manhattan, please. Could I have
the number of Peter Patzak?
That's P-A-T-Z-A-K.
- Need a pencil?
- No.
On Mulberry Street.
Thank you.
Five, eight, one, nine...
...six...
...two.
[CHUCKLING]
That was funny.
That was funny.
Patzak, please. P-A-T-Z-A-K
on Mulberry Street in Manhattan.
Thank you.
- Five, eight, six, two...
- Don't.
Nine, three, eight, zero.
[LAUGHING]
Now I have forgotten the number.
What is wrong with you?
Are you all right?
I have had a terrible, terrible night.
Do you understand?
I'm just trying to entertain you.
I don't want any entertainment!
And I'm sorry I did that. I'm sorry.
I'm under... Oh, God.
I'm unable to get home tonight,
you know? I can't get home.
And I'm trying desperately...