Mooj:
[talking to a customer]
This is a great TV. Nothing beats a plasma.
Jay:
What are you doing? That's my customer.
Mooj:
It certainly is not. When I came upon her, she was unattended
Jay:
No, no, that's my... She was unattended because I went to the back to get the brochure she requested.
Mooj:
I apologize, but it's too late. The transaction is completed.
Jay:
Then you gonna give me half the commission.
Mooj:
You will receive none of the commission.
Jay:
I need to talk to Paula. This is crazy, man!
Mooj:
This is bullshit! Every time I make a sale, you go crying to Paula. How about... how about Jesse Jackson? Oh, Jesse, he needs a call...
Jay:
I'm sick of you poaching my customers.
Mooj:
I'm sick of your crybaby bullshit!
Jay:
You wanna take this shit outside? You wanna just take it outside and just squash it?
Mooj:
Let's stay inside so everybody can see what a pussy you have, okay? Because when I remove the blade I keep in my boot from its sheath, I cannot return it until it has spilt blood.
Jay:
Listen to me, listen to me! You are fucking with the wrong nigger.
Mooj:
Hey, hey! You are fucking with the wrong sand nigger, okay?
Jay:
I will hang your old ass by your turban!
Mooj:
[Mooj has a very definite Indian accent]
Oh, turban, now! Do you see any fucking turban here? Do I talk like a turban guy? Do I say, "Hey, Jay, you want a slurpee? You want a slurpee?" Fuck you, okay? I was born in Brooklyn. Brooklyn, okay? My accent is a fucking Brooklyn accent, okay? Okay?
Jay:
All right, man. Calm down, dude! Look... you still covering my shift on Friday or what?
Mooj:
If I can keep this commission... with pleasure.
Jay:
Cool, man. All right, pops.
[They hug; Jay leaves]