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Clips from Harlem Nights

Movies 1989 116 min ★ 6.1/10 (27,784 ratings) 1,088 clips

Credits

Kid, give me my cigarettes.
Wait, wait, wait! Hold it.
You ain't kicking shit.
All right, I'm going to shoot.
Come on, 6, with your bad ass. Come on!
Craps!
I have in here whoever I want.
- And I ain't selling. - I ain't buying.
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.
Listen to this.
What do you want to tell me?
- It slips my mind. - Slips your mind?
Holy shit!
He was going to stab us, so I shot him.
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 wouldn't trust him in the house.
He's one hell of a motherfucker.
Come on.
- I'll clean up. - Please.
So you shot him. How about some ice cream?
CLUB SUGAR RA Y
- Ray, look. Tommy is coming. - Where?
- Over there. - Oh, shit!
No, don't kick his ass. Thank you, Roberto.
Wait a minute. Don't mess around with her.
That's Calhoune's girl?
I heard about her.
fat, stank, bloated,
I think I will.
We're just enjoying the night out.
I'm sure you understand that, Mr Quick.
My name is Quick.
My name is Dominique La Rue, Mr Quick.
Creole. Born and raised in Louisiana.
Is that right?
- Tommy Smalls. - Sugar Ray.
How's the laugh? I don't believe we've met.
Please. Thank you very much.
You got it, sir. Right this way.
All right. I'm cool.
- People are complaining about him. - Why?
- His glasses. - I got them yesterday.
- The point is four. - It was seven, man!
I've got something in my eye.
- Eleven. - What's the matter with you?
That's six, man!
- Don't scream. - What are you doing?
- How's it going, Bennie? - Real good.
Gentlemen, enjoy the game.
- How's it going? - Real good.
I'm getting complaints.
I know, Snake Eyes, but put on your glasses.
Well, let's try it.