My man. – Welcome, Frank.
– How you doing, Nick? – How you doing, Nick?
– It’s all great. Welcome. – I need to talk to you.
– Great. Come on. Hey, you all, everybody
get out! Let’s go. Come on! Hurry up! Sit, my brother. I take it you
talked to Charlie. Guess you wanna hear more
about my Black coalition. – Let me explain to you…
– No, no, no. I’m all right. That’s not what I
came here for, Nick. Yeah, everybody’s
good, Nick. You know, everybody’s happy.
Charlie, Baz, the Italians, you know, Johnny Law.
Everybody’s happy except you. I’m happy, Frank. You happy? Really? Well, maybe I’m the
one with the problem. Yeah, go on. Get one. All right. I gotta problem ’cause I don’t understand
why you gotta take something that’s
perfectly good and mess it up. See, brand names. Brand names mean something.
Understand? Shut the fuck up! Go ahead, Frank. I’m sorry about
that bullshit. Blue Magic. That’s a brand name. Like Pepsi,
that’s a brand name. I stand behind it.
I guarantee it. They know that, even if they
don’t know me any more than they know the chairman
of General Mills. What the fuck are you
talking about, Frank? What I’m talking about is
when you chop my dope down to one, two, three,
four, five percent and then you
call it Blue Magic, that is
trademark infringement. You understand
what I’m saying? With all due respect, Frank,
if I buy something, I own it. No, that ain’t true.
That ain’t true. If I buy a car, and I wanna paint
it, I can paint the motherfucker. Yeah, but you
don’t have to. This is what I’m saying to
you, Nick, you don’t have to. Good enough the way it is. You can make
enough money off it the way it is, just by
calling it Blue Magic. Anything more than
that is greed, son. What you want, Frank? You want
me to change the name on it? I would have to insist
that you change the name. Fine by me, Frank.
I’ll call it Red Magic, even though that
don’t sound as good. I don’t give a fuck
what you call it. Put a chokehold
on the motherfucker and call it Blue Dog Shit,
you know what I mean? I don’t care, just don’t let
me catch you doing this again. Catch me? Infringement? Insist? I don’t like these
words as much as, “Please, thank you, I’m
sorry to bother you, Nicky. ” These are better words you use
to come to my motherfucking club without an invitation!
You hear me? My man.