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The Cotton Club was a famous night club in Harlem. The story follows the people that visited the club, those that ran it, and is peppered with the Jazz music that made it so famous.
Vera: If he came in here right now, he'd kill us both. Dixie: Forget about him. Vera: Who?
[Frenchy has just broken Owney's watch] Frenchy: You cheap son of a bitch! You only offered $500 for me? Owney: What? Frenchy: If you were kidnapped, I wouldn't offer more than that for you! Owney: $500? Frenchy: That's what I heard! Owney: 50 grand! I paid 50 grand! They only wanted 35 but I gave 50 not to hurt you. $500. I would've given 500,000 for you. I been worried sick about you. Look at what you done to my fuckin' watch. Frenchy: 50 grand? Owney: Yeah. [Frenchy hands Owney a box that Owney opens] Owney: What's this? A platinum watch. (smiling) You asshole.
Vera: I was born looking 18. Dixie: I can save you. Vera: No, you can't.
Flynn: Blow that bughouse bastard to kingdom come!
Vera: You've got about as much style as a bowl of turnips.
Frenchy: Anything you need, Dutch? Dutch Schultz: Yeah, why don't you bring me the moon, Frenchy?
[a boy runs up to Dixie in the street] Boy in Street: Vincent's been telling everyone around here that you saved the Dutchman's ass!
Bumpy Rhodes: [violently accosting a racist guard] This uppity nigger is buying you a drink! [flushes his head down the toilet]
Vera: Mr. Flynn was a bootlegger. That's how they live in this world. Maybe one day you'll wise up, sap!
Owney: In the next room, gentlemen, is the finest food, drink and pussy in New York at a price.
Sandman Williams: Baby, you may be passin' for white, but you ain't invisible.
Dixie: I'm surprised at you! Don't you feel anything for Mr. Flynn at all? He's dead!
Vera: I sing, tell a few jokes. Dixie: Tell me a joke. Vera: [laughs] Hello, sucker.
Dixie: What do they call you? Sol Weinstein: Nobody calls me nothin'. Dixie: Not even your mother? Sol Weinstein: I didn't have a mother. They found me in a garbage pail.
Owney: Someone oughta take out your brain and pickle it!