Quentin Tarantino - "True Romance" Sicilian Scene lyrics

Vincenzo Coccotti: Frankie, tell Luca to go outside and do you know what. Do you know who I am, Mr. Worley? Clifford Worley: I give up. Who are you? Coccotti: I'm the Anti-Christ. You've got me in a vendetta kind of mood. You tell the angels in heaven you've never seen evil so singularly personified as you did in the face of the man who k**ed you. My name is Vincent Coccotti. I work as counsel for Mr. Blue Lou Boyle, the man your son stole from. I hear you were once a cop, so I can a**ume you've heard of us before. Am I correct? Clifford: I've heard of Blue Lou Boyle. Coccotti: I'm glad. Hopefully that will clear up the "How full of sh** am I?" question you've been asking yourself. Coccotti: We're gonna have a little Q&A and at the risk of sounding redundant, please make your answers genuine. You want a Chesterfield? Clifford: No. Coccotti: I have a son of my own. About your boy's age. I can imagine how painful this must be for you. But Clarence and that b**h-who*e girlfriend of his brought this all on themselves. I implore you not to go down that road with them. You can always take comfort in the fact you never had a choice. Clifford: Look I'd like to help you if I could, but I... haven't seen Clarence. Coccotti: You see that? [Holding a clenched fist, then striking Clifford.] Clifford:Gah! f**! Coccotti:That smarts, doesn't it? Getting slammed in the nose. f**s you all up. You get that pain shootin' through your brain, your eyes fill up with water. That ain't any kind of fun, but what I have to offer you, that's as good as it's gonna get. And it won't ever get that good again. We talked to your neighbors. They saw a Cadillac. Purple Cadillac. Clarence's purple Cadillac, parked in front of your trailer yesterday. Mr. Worley, you seen your son? Clifford: I seen him. Coccotti: I can't be sure of how much of what he told you, so in the chance you're in the dark about some of this, let me shed some light. That who*e your boy hangs around with, her pimp is an a**ociate of mine, and I don't just mean pimpin', in other affairs he works for me in a courier capacity. Well, apparently, that dirty little who*e found out when we're gonna do some business, 'cause your son, the cowboy, and his flame, came in the room blazing, and didn't stop 'till they were pretty sure everybody was dead. Clifford: What are you talkin' about? Coccotti: Talkin' about a ma**acre. They snatched my narcotics, hightailed it outta there. Woulda got away with it, but your son, f**head that he is, left his driver's license in the dead guy's hand. [laughing] Clifford: You know, I don't believe you. Coccotti: That's of minor importance, what is of major f**ing importance is that I believe you. Where'd they go? Clifford: On their honeymoon. Coccotti: I'm getting angry asking the same question a second time. Where did they go? Clifford: They didn't tell me. Now you just wait a minute and listen to me. I haven't seen Clarence in three years. He shows up yesterday with a young girl, sayin' that he got married. He ask uh for, uh, some quick cash to go on a honeymoon, he asked if he could borrow five hundred dollars. I felt like helping him so I wrote him out a check. We went to breakfast in the morning and that's the last I saw of him. So help me God. They never thought to tell me where they were goin'. And I never thought to ask. [Coccotti nods at a henchman, who cuts Clifford's hand and pours alcohol on the wound. Clifford screams in pain, gritting his teeth. Luca returns from outside, closing the door behind him.] Luca:(In Italian) Don Vincenzo, nothing is there. Coccotti:(Also in Italian) That is not good. (In English, to Clifford) You know, Sicilians are great liars. The best in the world. I'm Sicilian. My father was the world heavyweight champion of Sicilian liars. From growin' up with him I learned the pantomime. There are seventeen different things a guy can do when he lies to give himself away. A guy's got seventeen pantomimes. A woman's got twenty, a guy's got seventeen. But if you know 'em like you know your own face, they beat lie detectors all to hell. Now, what we got here is a little game of show and tell. You don't wanna show me nothin'. But you're tellin' me everything. I know you know where they are. So tell me, before I do some damage you won't walk away from. [Pause] Clifford: Could I have [clears throat] one of those Chesterfields now? Coccotti: Sure.[pa**es one of the Chesterfields] Clifford: You got a [puts the cigarette in his mouth] match? Oh wait no no, don't bother. I got one. Clifford: You're Sicilian, huh? Coccotti: Yeah, Sicilian. Clifford: You know, I read a lot. Especially about things in, uh, about history. I find that sh** fascinating. Here's a fact, I don't know whether you know or not, Sicilians ... were spawned by n******gs. Coccotti:[raises eyebrows in disbelief] Come again? [laughs] Clifford:No, i-i-it's a fact. You see, uh, Sicilians have black blood pumpin' through their hearts. If you don't believe me, you can look it up. Hundreds and hundreds of years ago, you see, the Moors conquered Sicily. And the Moors are n******gs. Coccotti: Yes... Clifford: So you see, way back then, uh, Sicilians were like, uh, wops from Northern Italy. Ah, they all had blonde hair and blue eyes, but, uh, well, then the Moors moved in there, and uh, well, they changed the whole country. They did so much f**ing with Sicilian women, huh? That they changed the whole bloodline forever. That's why blonde hair and blue eyes became black hair and dark skin. You know, it's absolutely amazing to me to think that to this day, hundreds of years later, that, uh, that Sicilians still carry that n******g gene. Now this... [Coccotti laughs] Clifford: No, I'm, no, I'm quoting... history. It's written. It's a fact, it's written. Coccotti: [laughing] I love this guy. [stumbling on words through his laughter] This guy. Clifford: Your ancestors are n******gs! Uh-huh. [Coccotti is cracking up with laughter] Hey. Yeah. And, and your great-great-great-great grandmother f**ed a n******g, ho, ho, yeah, and she had a half-n******g kid... now, if that's a fact, tell me, am I lying? 'Cause you, [points at Coccotti] you're part eggplant. [All laughing] Coccotti: Ohhh! Clifford: Huh? [while twisting his index finger in the air] Hey! Hey! Hey! Coccotti: You're a cantaloupe. [laughing] Ohhh! This guy, beautiful. [He kisses Clifford on the cheeks, then whispers something to his henchman, stopping to turn around and chuckle at Clifford. He continues, then turns around to reveal he was getting a gun from his henchman. He lifts it and shoots Clifford in the head three times.] Coccotti: I haven't k**ed anybody [shoots Clifford's dead body] since 1984. [shoots the body twice more] Go over to this comedian's son's apartment, come back with something that tells me where that a**hole went, so I can wipe this egg off my face...