Lieutenant Schrank:
What's a gang without its terrain, its turf? You're a month or two away from finding out, one step ahead of the wrecking ball. And in this uncertain world, the only thing you can count on is *me*. I'm here to keep the civil peace until the last building falls. And if you boys make trouble on my turf, Riff, hand to heart, you're headed to an upstate prison cell for a very long time. By the time you get out, this will be a shiny new neighbourhood of rich people in beautiful apartments with Puerto Rican doormen that chase trash like you away.
[starts to leave]
Riff:
Wait! I got a question for you, Lieutenant. How tall did you used to be before you, you know, "schrank"?
Lieutenant Schrank:
Come on, Sergeant, ride with me.
Officer Krupke:
Long as I know you, Riff, you ain't had the sense, God gave a pigeon.
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