MichaelOrme/Profane · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Cardiff Giant?	What?
What?	Cardiff Giant. Just check.
Cardiff Giant. Just check.	Maybe you wanna try the China Club.
Maybe you wanna try the China Club.	Again with the fucking China Club! What do I look like a fucking Persian to you?
Again with the fucking China Club! What do I look like a fucking Persian to you?	Hey. I'm half Lebanese.
Did you see that shit? Motherfucker. You let in fucking Screech, dude? I'm waiting and you let in Screech?	He's on the list.
He's on the list.	Show me. Show me where it says Screech on the fucking list.
How do you know it's not drugs?	Maxie knows I don't go near drugs. I did a minute in Quentin for possession with intent. And it ain't now cause he woulda told me.
Maxie knows I don't go near drugs. I did a minute in Quentin for possession with intent. And it ain't now cause he woulda told me.	You strapped?
You strapped?	'Strapped?'
'Strapped?'	It means you got a gun?
It means you got a gun?	I know what 'strapped' means, motherfucker. What the fuck you think this shit is? '21 Jump Street?' Cool out, they're coming back. Just throw up your screw face and don't speak unless spoken to.
Don't drag my ass into this --	He spoke to me. You want me to dis him?
I'm not saying shit to neither of you.	Why? What I say bad?
Why? What I say bad?	What the fuck, 'Red Dragon?'
What the fuck, 'Red Dragon?'	What? Why am I bad?
See you later.	You really in trouble?
You really in trouble?	Stop.
Stop.	I'll tell him someone else told me.
I'll tell him someone else told me.	Just don't ask me no more shit.
Ow, shit...	Watch it...
I'm half Irish.	I don't fuck with those crazy, off- the-boat fuckin Irish. You heard of the Westies?.
And where is...?	Ruiz? Oh, he ain't here.
Ruiz? Oh, he ain't here.	No?
No?	Nah, see, Maxie just asked him to set that shit up as a favor. He, you know, he tied in with the club. Set us up so, you know, you feel at home.
Nah, see, Maxie just asked him to set that shit up as a favor. He, you know, he tied in with the club. Set us up so, you know, you feel at home.	Well, I didn't care for the club much. And, I must say, I didn't care for him either.
Well, I didn't care for the club much. And, I must say, I didn't care for him either.	Well, he ain't gonna be around no more.
Well, he ain't gonna be around no more.	Pity. What's say we have a drink?
What do you want?	A little Charlie, perhaps.
A little Charlie, perhaps.	Coke?
Coke?	I've heard you've got the best coke in the States. The shit back home is pants.
I've heard you've got the best coke in the States. The shit back home is pants.	That shouldn't be a problem.
Good morning.	You think this shit's funny, Ho?
You think this shit's funny, Ho?	Nah, man...
Nah, man...	You think it's funny, motherfucker?
Nigger, please. Don't even order that artichoke shit. West side guineas. Forget the drinks, Leo. We gotta roll. What do I owe you?	We're square.
We're square.	Thanks, man. You need anything, you call.
Thanks, man. You need anything, you call.	Thanks.
Thanks.	You rode?
What the fuck was you told? Don't talk, right?	Unless spoken to, ain't that right, Horrace. Didn't you say that?
No...	Four mimosas. You'll love them. So here's the plan. I didn't say shit to Maxie, cause the man has acute angina, and I don't want to get him all worked up.
Four mimosas. You'll love them. So here's the plan. I didn't say shit to Maxie, cause the man has acute angina, and I don't want to get him all worked up.	He has a cute what...?
The Red Dragon.	Shut it, man. Shut it. Tom is a square. He don't but dabble in shit. Maxie had me hook up a loan-back with him, through an Austrian passbook account.
Shut it, man. Shut it. Tom is a square. He don't but dabble in shit. Maxie had me hook up a loan-back with him, through an Austrian passbook account.	So, we're talking money laundering...
So, we're talking money laundering...	Will you tell Peter Jennings to shut up and fucking listen. The shit's as routine as you get. I coulda turned it over offshore in a week, but Maxie likes to do it all his way. Safe. I coulda dropped the bag alone. It's only two hundred G's. But he sent you all. So I can either send you home and tell Maxie, or we can flush the toilet one more time and hope it all goes down.
Yeah.	What?
What?	When all this is over and we're not working for Maxie, I'd love to run into you on the street. Why aren't you coming?
When all this is over and we're not working for Maxie, I'd love to run into you on the street. Why aren't you coming?	That's none of your fucking business.
Dip?	Yeah. This shit's fucking brilliant. I just fucking love the fact that you have kids driving around in pickup trucks with a mouthful of this shit, speeding their brains out. I gotta bring a case of it home to my mates. It's illegal back home, you know.
I'm working trains. Selling.	Bet you like that shit.
Bet you like that shit.	Keeps me out of the army.
Keeps me out of the army.	When they want your ass, won't nothing keep you out.
When they want your ass, won't nothing keep you out.	Not this boy... I ain't fighting their war. I got my own. Right chere. Heard tell you're a good man to know.
Not this boy... I ain't fighting their war. I got my own. Right chere. Heard tell you're a good man to know.	Heard where?
Heard where?	Where I come from. Boston.
You ain't bullshitting me, is you, boy?	My papa taught me one thing: don't never bullshit a West Indian bullshit artist.
1, 2, 8 hit, didn't it?	You din't have no 1, 2, 8.
You din't have no 1, 2, 8.	Was you that high? Old man, I threw the slats at you. I said to combinate me.
Was you that high? Old man, I threw the slats at you. I said to combinate me.	You never had it.
You never had it.	The bitch was there.
Oh, sit down, man. What you tasting? I'm buying.	I ain't drinking hot piss with you. Come on, Sam.
You're a damn liar.	You _took_ me, you bastard, and now I'm taking you.
You _took_ me, you bastard, and now I'm taking you.	It's me or you, ain't it, Pops?
It's me or you, ain't it, Pops?	You know it.
You know it.	I'll give you back the 600.
I'll give you back the 600.	I don't want your money.
I don't want your money.	I'm wearing, Archie.
I'm wearing, Archie.	There's two guns on you.
The dirty yellow rat bastard.	Don't push it. You way ahead. You back on top. That boy loves you, man.
Don't push it. You way ahead. You back on top. That boy loves you, man.	What you say?
What you say?	He gave it to you, Archie. He did.
Come on, daddy, pull my coat. What happens if you give all that up? You get sick or somethin'? I pulled a hustle once and got out of the draft.	I'm telling you God's words, not no hustle. I'm talking the words of Elijah, the black man's God. I'm telling you, boy, that God is black.
I'm telling you God's words, not no hustle. I'm talking the words of Elijah, the black man's God. I'm telling you, boy, that God is black.	What? Everybody knows God is White.
What? Everybody knows God is White.	But everything the white man taught you, you learned. He told you you were a black heathen and you believed him. He told you how he took you out of darkness and brought you to the light. And you believed him. He taught you to worship a blond, blue-eyed God with white skin -- and you believed him. He told you black was a curse, you believed him. Did you ever look up the word black in the dictionary?
But everything the white man taught you, you learned. He told you you were a black heathen and you believed him. He told you how he took you out of darkness and brought you to the light. And you believed him. He taught you to worship a blond, blue-eyed God with white skin -- and you believed him. He told you black was a curse, you believed him. Did you ever look up the word black in the dictionary?	What for?
What for?	Did you ever study anything wasn't part of some con?
Did you ever study anything wasn't part of some con?	What the hell for, man?
What the hell for, man?	Go on, fool; the marble shooters are waiting for you.
Go on, fool; the marble shooters are waiting for you.	Okay, okay. Show me, man.
I can't make out that shit.	Soiled with dirt, foul; sullen, hostile, forbidding -- as a black day. Foully or outrageously wicked, as black cruelty. Indicating disgrace, dishonor or culpability.
That's bullshit. That's a white man's book. Ain't all these white man's books?	They sure ain't no black man's books in here.
They sure ain't no black man's books in here.	Then what you telling me to study in them for?
Then what you telling me to study in them for?	You got to learn everything the white man says and use it against him. The truth is laying there if you smart and read behind their words. It's buried there. You got to dig it out.
You got to learn everything the white man says and use it against him. The truth is laying there if you smart and read behind their words. It's buried there. You got to dig it out.	Man, how'm I gonna know the ones worth looking at?
Let him finish.	Thank you. Now the Negro in the field caught hell all day long. He was beaten by the master; he lived in a shack, wore castoff clothes and hated his master. If the house caught fire, he'd pray for a wind. If the master got sick, he'd pray that he'd die. And if you said to him, "Let's go, let's separate", he'd yell, "Yeah, man, any place is better than this." You've got a lot of Field Negroes in America today. I'm one.
Sheeet, you ain't. I had aplenty.	...That isn't a whore?
Yeah and get a slave, too, huh, baby?	I ain't doing bad.
I ain't doing bad.	Man, the name musicians ain't got shit. How you gonna have something? I need a stake, a bundle, a grand. My woman can't afford it; my homey ain't got it. How about you baby? What you got?
I got to hand it to you, Homey. That's the best preacher hype I ever did hear.	It isn't a hype, Shorty. And I meant what I said: join us.
It isn't a hype, Shorty. And I meant what I said: join us.	Come on, baby. I don't pay that shit no mind.
Come on, baby. I don't pay that shit no mind.	The Honorable Elijah Muhammad says you should pay it all your mind. If you got a mind.
The Honorable Elijah Muhammad says you should pay it all your mind. If you got a mind.	Baby, I love you. Take it easy, greasy. How about a snort?
Baby, I love you. Take it easy, greasy. How about a snort?	I've been clean for twelve years, Shorty.
I've been clean for twelve years, Shorty.	You is something, Homeboy. My trouble is -- I ain't had enough stuff yet, I ain't et all the ribs I want and I sure ain't had enough white tail yet.
You is something, Homeboy. My trouble is -- I ain't had enough stuff yet, I ain't et all the ribs I want and I sure ain't had enough white tail yet.	How's the rest of the gang? You seen anyone?
How's the rest of the gang? You seen anyone?	Well, Sammy's dead. Yeah, fell over in the bed with a chick twenty years younger than him. Had twenty-five grand in his pocket.
I'm half wop, half nigger and ain't afraid of no one.	What can you do?
Then I put him to bed and pour talcum powder on him like a baby. He gets his jollies off.	So what about him?
So what about him?	So? The man got silver, china, rugs --
So? The man got silver, china, rugs --	Might be all right.

Cardiff Giant?

What?

Cardiff Giant. Just check.

Maybe you wanna try the China Club.

Again with the fucking China Club! What do I look like a fucking Persian to you?

Hey. I'm half Lebanese.

Did you see that shit? Motherfucker. You let in fucking Screech, dude? I'm waiting and you let in Screech?

He's on the list.

Show me. Show me where it says Screech on the fucking list.

How do you know it's not drugs?

Maxie knows I don't go near drugs. I did a minute in Quentin for possession with intent. And it ain't now cause he woulda told me.

You strapped?

'Strapped?'

It means you got a gun?

I know what 'strapped' means, motherfucker. What the fuck you think this shit is? '21 Jump Street?' Cool out, they're coming back. Just throw up your screw face and don't speak unless spoken to.

Don't drag my ass into this --

He spoke to me. You want me to dis him?

I'm not saying shit to neither of you.

Why? What I say bad?

What the fuck, 'Red Dragon?'

What? Why am I bad?

See you later.

You really in trouble?

Stop.

I'll tell him someone else told me.

Just don't ask me no more shit.

Ow, shit...

Watch it...

I'm half Irish.

I don't fuck with those crazy, off- the-boat fuckin Irish. You heard of the Westies?.

And where is...?

Ruiz? Oh, he ain't here.

No?

Nah, see, Maxie just asked him to set that shit up as a favor. He, you know, he tied in with the club. Set us up so, you know, you feel at home.

Well, I didn't care for the club much. And, I must say, I didn't care for him either.

Well, he ain't gonna be around no more.

Pity. What's say we have a drink?

What do you want?

A little Charlie, perhaps.

Coke?

I've heard you've got the best coke in the States. The shit back home is pants.

That shouldn't be a problem.

Good morning.

You think this shit's funny, Ho?

Nah, man...

You think it's funny, motherfucker?

Nigger, please. Don't even order that artichoke shit. West side guineas. Forget the drinks, Leo. We gotta roll. What do I owe you?

We're square.

Thanks, man. You need anything, you call.

Thanks.

You rode?

What the fuck was you told? Don't talk, right?

Unless spoken to, ain't that right, Horrace. Didn't you say that?

No...

Four mimosas. You'll love them. So here's the plan. I didn't say shit to Maxie, cause the man has acute angina, and I don't want to get him all worked up.

He has a cute what...?

The Red Dragon.

Shut it, man. Shut it. Tom is a square. He don't but dabble in shit. Maxie had me hook up a loan-back with him, through an Austrian passbook account.

So, we're talking money laundering...

Will you tell Peter Jennings to shut up and fucking listen. The shit's as routine as you get. I coulda turned it over offshore in a week, but Maxie likes to do it all his way. Safe. I coulda dropped the bag alone. It's only two hundred G's. But he sent you all. So I can either send you home and tell Maxie, or we can flush the toilet one more time and hope it all goes down.

Yeah.

What?

When all this is over and we're not working for Maxie, I'd love to run into you on the street. Why aren't you coming?

That's none of your fucking business.

Dip?

Yeah. This shit's fucking brilliant. I just fucking love the fact that you have kids driving around in pickup trucks with a mouthful of this shit, speeding their brains out. I gotta bring a case of it home to my mates. It's illegal back home, you know.

I'm working trains. Selling.

Bet you like that shit.

Keeps me out of the army.

When they want your ass, won't nothing keep you out.

Not this boy... I ain't fighting their war. I got my own. Right chere. Heard tell you're a good man to know.

Heard where?

Where I come from. Boston.

You ain't bullshitting me, is you, boy?

My papa taught me one thing: don't never bullshit a West Indian bullshit artist.

1, 2, 8 hit, didn't it?

You din't have no 1, 2, 8.

Was you that high? Old man, I threw the slats at you. I said to combinate me.

You never had it.

The bitch was there.

Oh, sit down, man. What you tasting? I'm buying.

I ain't drinking hot piss with you. Come on, Sam.

You're a damn liar.

You _took_ me, you bastard, and now I'm taking you.

It's me or you, ain't it, Pops?

You know it.

I'll give you back the 600.

I don't want your money.

I'm wearing, Archie.

There's two guns on you.

The dirty yellow rat bastard.

Don't push it. You way ahead. You back on top. That boy loves you, man.

What you say?

He gave it to you, Archie. He did.

Come on, daddy, pull my coat. What happens if you give all that up? You get sick or somethin'? I pulled a hustle once and got out of the draft.

I'm telling you God's words, not no hustle. I'm talking the words of Elijah, the black man's God. I'm telling you, boy, that God is black.

What? Everybody knows God is White.

But everything the white man taught you, you learned. He told you you were a black heathen and you believed him. He told you how he took you out of darkness and brought you to the light. And you believed him. He taught you to worship a blond, blue-eyed God with white skin -- and you believed him. He told you black was a curse, you believed him. Did you ever look up the word black in the dictionary?

What for?

Did you ever study anything wasn't part of some con?

What the hell for, man?

Go on, fool; the marble shooters are waiting for you.

Okay, okay. Show me, man.

I can't make out that shit.

Soiled with dirt, foul; sullen, hostile, forbidding -- as a black day. Foully or outrageously wicked, as black cruelty. Indicating disgrace, dishonor or culpability.

That's bullshit. That's a white man's book. Ain't all these white man's books?

They sure ain't no black man's books in here.

Then what you telling me to study in them for?

You got to learn everything the white man says and use it against him. The truth is laying there if you smart and read behind their words. It's buried there. You got to dig it out.

Man, how'm I gonna know the ones worth looking at?

Let him finish.

Thank you. Now the Negro in the field caught hell all day long. He was beaten by the master; he lived in a shack, wore castoff clothes and hated his master. If the house caught fire, he'd pray for a wind. If the master got sick, he'd pray that he'd die. And if you said to him, "Let's go, let's separate", he'd yell, "Yeah, man, any place is better than this." You've got a lot of Field Negroes in America today. I'm one.

Sheeet, you ain't. I had aplenty.

...That isn't a whore?

Yeah and get a slave, too, huh, baby?

I ain't doing bad.

Man, the name musicians ain't got shit. How you gonna have something? I need a stake, a bundle, a grand. My woman can't afford it; my homey ain't got it. How about you baby? What you got?

I got to hand it to you, Homey. That's the best preacher hype I ever did hear.

It isn't a hype, Shorty. And I meant what I said: join us.

Come on, baby. I don't pay that shit no mind.

The Honorable Elijah Muhammad says you should pay it all your mind. If you got a mind.

Baby, I love you. Take it easy, greasy. How about a snort?

I've been clean for twelve years, Shorty.

You is something, Homeboy. My trouble is -- I ain't had enough stuff yet, I ain't et all the ribs I want and I sure ain't had enough white tail yet.

How's the rest of the gang? You seen anyone?

Well, Sammy's dead. Yeah, fell over in the bed with a chick twenty years younger than him. Had twenty-five grand in his pocket.

I'm half wop, half nigger and ain't afraid of no one.

What can you do?

Then I put him to bed and pour talcum powder on him like a baby. He gets his jollies off.

So what about him?

So? The man got silver, china, rugs --

Might be all right.