Wasco: I'm buying you out.
Bullet: You're what?
Wasco: I'm going to make you a very honorable proposal of a business nature that you're not going to be able to refuse.
Bullet: Oh yeah?
Wasco: God damn, you smell bad, man. Whew. Ahh... Let me run this down to you, Bullet, old baby. Number one, you're a junkie, which means you can't maintain the kind of objectivity that's necessary in an operation like this. Number two, you don't have my organization, my supply, you don't have my connections, frankly see, you're action's weak, small time, small profit, nickel-dime bag operation at best. Your supply's erratic, your goods are inferior, you deal nothing but trash and garbage.
Bullet: Hey, wait a minute...
Wasco: Shut up, and listen. Now, you see, I can offer this market dynamite smack, man, I mean the best money can buy, it's so good you can get off just snorting it. Save everybody the trouble of carrying a fit around with them all the time, you know? They can just chip like that till they get out. And I got a guaranteed supply daily, coming in six days a week. Any kind of thrill, any kind of quality, any kind of quantity that any customer can desire. I can sell by the cap, the bag, the bindle, the bundle, the half load, nickel, dime, quarter, trey bag, piece of the pill, you just call it and I've got it. Got ludes, crank, Bombitas coke, bam, black beauties, cartwheels, yellow jackets, reds, long greens, rainbows, beans. And STP and PCP and DMT and LSD, and psilocybin and mescaline, and THC, amphetamine meth, biphetamine, phenobarbital, benzedrine, dexedrine, librium, miltown, dilaudid, morphine, seconol, demerol, goofballs, truck drivers, yellow stripes, tuinal, disosix, carbon tetrachroride, strychnine, arsenic, anything, I can deal anything except marijuana and hashish, because I can't stand the smell of that shit. And for the ultimate thrill of your lifetime, I'll personally drill a little hole right in your head and you can see the light of the lord shine in there. Can even offer dollies, I got the best doll for you money can buy, for anybody wants to just sit back sweet and easy, and kick their habit one day at a time. Now I ain't jealous, see, cause I ain't a junkie. I don't really approve of the use of any kind of dope, but if there's a market, if somebody's gonna buy it they may as well but it from me as buy it from the next guy. Cause you know there's a lot of dudes who brought their habit in here with them, man, and they got to have that wake up. They gotta have the nooner, and the matinee, and the sleepy time every day, seven days a week, just like clockwork. And I'm prepared to offer this jam, which is the best fucking hard-ass poison on the market today. And I can offer you something else, you want to know what that is?
Bullet: What's that?
Wasco: Protection. Top to bottom.
Bullet: Yeah? Who's made?
Wasco: Who's ma...
[smirks]
Wasco: ... You're already pissing your pants, man, you're getting in on one of the biggest deals ever made in any joint anywhere, ever, and you're asking me 'Who's made'? That's why you never got anywhere, cause you think small, that's small thinking, see? I'm thinking about diversification. You know what that word means, diversification? It means cigarettes, and prostitution, and banking services, and loan facilities, organized gambling, and liquor, and clothing sales, and uncensored postal service, and underground courier service direct to the street, and stud service, and telephone service direct to the outside. I'm even thinking about selling processed hair accoutrements to the raghead nigger conks. I'm gonna smuggle in contraband hot sauce for the spic cell block lunch time, direct from the Tiopico chili factory in Tijuana, what do you think about that?
Bullet: I think you're crazy. Out of your fucking mind.
Wasco: Lets say I offered you a deal you can't refuse.
Bullet: What's that?
Wasco: You just turn your whole operation over to me, intact, just like it is right now. Then when my supply starts coming in, which might even be today, you just sit back. We got a silent partnership, you got no jeopardy, no risk, you get ten percent of the whole operation, you make more money than you ever did before.
Bullet: What if I say no?
Wasco: You can't.
Bullet: Yeah, but what if I do?
Wasco: I'll kill ya. I'd love to kill ya, I'll throw you off the fucking tier right now, you'll wish you hadn't said that all the way down.
Bullet: You'll never get away with it.
Wasco: What do you care if I get away with it, you'll be dead.
