Lethal Weapon (1987)

Blackie Dammett: Drug Dealer #3

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• Drug Dealer #3 : [Riggs is in a Christmas tree lot, and pretends to sample some coke for a buy]  Good, huh? Tasty? Smooth?

  Martin Riggs : Yeah, that's good...

  Drug Dealer #1 : [walking up with a beer]  Here ya go, pal...

  Martin Riggs : Thanks. Okay, so let's do it. How much?

  Drug Dealer #3 : How much for how much?

  Martin Riggs : For all of it.

  Drug Dealer #3 : You want it all. He wants it all.

  Drug Dealer #1 : He wants it all, beautiful. Congratulations!

  Drug Dealer #3 : All right!

  Martin Riggs : Maybe a nice six footer to put it under, huh?

  Drug Dealer #2 : You want a tree? I'll tell you what. I'll give you the best tree I got on the lot, for nothin'. But the shit's gonna cost ya... a hundred.

  Martin Riggs : What, that much?

  Drug Dealer #3 : Hey, you said you liked it, that's a fair price.

  Martin Riggs : Yeah... yeah! Hell, you only live once... get this together here...

  [takes out his wallet, starts counting out a hundred dollars] 

  Martin Riggs : Twenty, forty, sixty, seventy...

  Drug Dealer #1 : Hey, what the fuck...

  Drug Dealer #2 : Hey, man... Hey!

  Martin Riggs : C'mon, shut up man, I'm losin' count... Ninety-three, ninety-four, ninety...

  Drug Dealer #2 : Forget it, you dumbshit. One hundred THOUSAND. One hundred THOUSAND, DOLLARS!

  Martin Riggs : A hundred thousand?

  [laughs] 

  Martin Riggs : I'm sorry, I can't afford that, not on my salary. But I'll tell ya what, I got a better idea, here. Let me say I take the whole stash of your hands for free, and you assholes can go to jail.

  [takes out his badge and puts it on the table in front of them] 

  Martin Riggs : What do you say about that? Now I could read you guys your rights, but ah, you guys already know what your rights are, don't you?

  Drug Dealer #2 : [drug dealers stare, then start to laugh]  This badge ain't real. YOU ain't real.

  Drug Dealer #1 : No, but you sure are a crazy son of a bitch!

  Martin Riggs : [They all laugh]  You think I'm crazy? You call me crazy, you think I'm crazy? You wanna see crazy?

  [Riggs starts slapping him self on the head, Stooges style, then pokes their eyes and slaps them, and pulls out his gun] 

  Martin Riggs : . Now that's a real badge, I'm a real cop, and this is a real fucking gun!

  Drug Dealer #2 : [menacing]  Okay, pal...

  Martin Riggs : Hey, noses in the dirt, asshole...

  [And the guns start blazin'] 

• Police Officer : [cops drive up after the drug dealer shoot-out]  Whaddaya got, Riggs?

  Martin Riggs : There's three down, and one loose in here, he's got black hair and a red shirt...

  Police Officer : Okay, let's go! I'm coverin' the left side...

  [Riggs weaves around through Christmas trees, and the 3rd dealer jumps him] 

  Drug Dealer #3 : Freeze! Freeze! Gimme the gun!

  [to Riggs, holding a gun to his head] 

  Drug Dealer #3 : How's it feel, sucker?

  Martin Riggs : Hey... shoot 'im!

  Police Officer : Drop it, prick!

  Martin Riggs : Hey, shoot him! Shoot him! Shoot him! Will somebody shoot this prick? Shoot 'im! Shoot 'im!

  Drug Dealer #3 : Shut the fuck up!

  Policewoman : [drawing a bead on the dealer]  Freeze!

  Martin Riggs : Shoot him! Shoot him! Somebody shoot this prick? Shoot 'im! Shoot 'im!

  Martin Riggs : [to drug dealer]  Shoot me! Shoot me! Shoot me! Ohhh...

  [in frustration, Riggs head-butts him, grabs the gun away from him, and holds it to the dealer's throat]