- Let's go. I need you. - This, uh...

- What's your name, friend? - Deke, and I ain't your friend. I'm your boss, boy.

You been throwin' your life away, that's your business.

Now your client is a big riskola.

Now Amy and I, we'll scan the stuff we need...

Turn out your pockets, man.

I need reclining salon chairs. Where are my reclining salon chairs?

Your script... Sinbad Goes To Mars...

and get to you guys with the stuff you need for the escape.

- That's right. - Turn out your pockets, boy.

A haircut is just what I need in this time of severe emotional crisis.

What's the matter? Did you lose your playmate?

If you're talking to him, you're wasting your time.

if I confirm your credentials, do you, Miss Allen?

Oh, well, this one has your picture on it.

As a matter of fact, I'd be willing to take a look at your operation in a very favourable light...

Hey, Joey, what'd you and your mother hear from Jase?

- Your question is, "How could this happen?" - Well, no. I...

I can't believe you are willing to jeopardize your entire career...

Get those legs up, sweetheart. Put your hands in the air.