Agent J:
[pulled over by two police officers]
How are you, officers? What can I do you for?
1969 NYPD Cop #1:
Well, look at this. Powered windows, powered seats. I'll bet you the thing costs six grand.
Agent J:
Uh, yes, and it has a roof, but it's hidden.
1969 NYPD Cop #2:
Hey, what kind of work do you do? An individual of your particular... ethnic persuasion?
Agent J:
Mmm.
1969 NYPD Cop #1:
Maybe he's a noted athlete.
Agent J:
Mmm! Yes. Uh... Starting forward for the Detroit Darkies.
1969 NYPD Cop #1:
Where did you get the car?
1969 NYPD Cop #2:
And the suit?
Agent J:
I stole them both.
[to Cop 1]
Agent J:
Uh, car from your wife...
[to Cop 2]
Agent J:
... suit from your grandmother.
[while being frisked]
Agent J:
Hey.
1969 NYPD Cop #1:
[finds Jay's gun]
What do we have here? Concealed weapon?
Agent J:
[pointing at Cop #2]
Hey, it's his grandmother's suit.
1969 NYPD Cop #2:
[finds Jay's neuralyzer]
What's this?
1969 NYPD Cop #1:
Probably drugs.
Agent J:
Listen, I have rights, and I demand to see my lawyer before you press that small button on the side firmly!
1969 NYPD Cop #1:
Press it.
[Cop #2 presses the button, neuralyzing himself and Cop #1]
Agent J:
That, gentlemen, is a standard-issue neuralyzer, but you're not gonna remember that. And just because you see a black man driving in a nice car, does not mean it's stolen!
[pauses]
Agent J:
I stole that one. But not 'cause I'm black!
[jumps back into the car and drives off]
Agent J:
I'll be done with the car in a minute! Just find it and take it back to the jerk at the Roosevelt Hotel.
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