Junior Smalls:
[Dink arrives the wine storage]
I bet it ain't old Dink. Hey, need a jar of hooch, buddy? Millard, fetch a pint for Dink.
Dink:
Listen, you boys need to get on out of here.
Junior Smalls:
[turns to Willie]
This your buddy? You know how much he and that mongrel cost us tonight?
Dink:
I said you need to get out of here.
Junior Smalls:
Hey Millard, listen to who's talking? Mr. Hitler's best friend.
[Millard teases Dink, and Junior takes a shovel]
Junior Smalls:
And I think it's you who better get out of here.
Dink:
[clutchs the shovel to take it away from Junior as he tries to hit him with it, and shoves Junior to the wall]
Get your moonshine and get the hell out of here. And I better never see you around here again, GOT THAT?
Millard:
Come on Junior, let's go. Come on!
[Dink puts down the shovel]
Junior Smalls:
Yeah, it's getting too damn popular around here anyway.
Dink:
[grabs Junior as he tries to walk away and shoves him to the wall again]
You better hope that dog lives.
[releases Junior]
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