Baretta

Baretta: Guy couldn't kill nobody. Rooster: No man, Joey got his hands on a piece of iron, he'd have a heart attack. Baretta: Yeah, well I got you convinced, and you got me convinced. But what I gotta do is find somebody else that belongs to our club. Rooster: You're supposed to be a detective, ain't ya. Baretta: Yeah my man, but ah hold on for a second, I ain't a black man. Rooster: But you could of fooled me! Baretta: What I'm tryin' to say is that all them kitties in that neighborhood who coulda or did see somethin' ain't likely to talk to me. Rooster: Oh, so you figure they gonna talk to me. Baretta: Partner if I talk to you anybody will. This is kinda important do you want some scratch up front. Rooster: No, I don't want to see a brother get fried man. I find somethin' you hit me. Baretta: Your all heart partner, your all heart. Rooster: I got a wallet though too brother. I don't eat from my heart you know. Takes green, takes green baby. Baretta: City ain't got no green. Rooster: What's that!?!

Joey: We're supposed to be fruitful to each other, isn't that what the Bible says, but you are withering my fruit.