True Romance (1993)
Christopher Walken: Vincenzo Coccotti
Clifford Worley : You're Sicilian, huh?
Coccotti : Yeah, Sicilian.
Clifford Worley : Ya know, I read a lot. Especially about things... about history. I find that shit fascinating. Here's a fact I don't know whether you know or not. Sicilians were spawned by niggers.
Coccotti : [He does a double take] Come again?
Clifford Worley : It's a fact. Yeah. You see, uh, Sicilians have, uh, black blood pumpin' through their hearts. Hey, no, if eh, if eh, if you don't believe me, uh, you can look it up. Hundreds and hundreds of years ago, uh, you see, uh, the Moors conquered Sicily. And the Moors are niggers.
Coccotti : Yes...
Clifford Worley : 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 fuckin' 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 nigger gene. Now this...
[Coccotti busts out laughing]
Clifford Worley : No, I'm, no, I'm quoting... history. It's written. It's a fact, it's written.
Coccotti : [laughing] I love this guy.
Clifford Worley : Your ancestors are niggers. Uh-huh.
[Starts laughing, too]
Clifford Worley : Hey. Yeah. And, and your great-great-great-great grandmother fucked a nigger, ho, ho, yeah, and she had a half-nigger kid... now, if that's a fact, tell me, am I lying? 'Cause you, you're part eggplant.
Vincenzo Coccotti : Sicilians are great liars. The best in the world. I'm Sicilian. My father was the world heavy-weight champion of Sicilian liars. From growing up with him I learned the pantomime. There are seventeen different things a guy can do when he lies to give himself away. A guys got seventeen pantomimes. A woman's got twenty, but a guy's got seventeen... but, if you know them, 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.
Coccotti : You know who I am, Mr. Worley?
Clifford Worley : I give up. Who are you?
Coccotti : I'm the Anti-Christ. You got me in a vendetta kind of mood. You tell the angels in heaven you never seen evil so singularly personified as you did in the face of the man who killed 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 assume you've heard of us before. Am I correct?
Clifford Worley : I've heard of Blue Lou Boyle.
Coccotti : I'm glad. Hopefully that will clear up the "how full of shit am I?" question you've been asking yourself.
Coccotti : I haven't killed anybody since 1984. Go over to this comedian's son's apartment, come back with something that tells me where that asshole went, so I can wipe this egg off my face... Finish this fucked-up family for good.
Vincenzo Coccotti : We're gonna have a little Q&A, and at the risk of sounding redundant, please... make your answers genuine.
Vincenzo Coccotti : ...your son, the cowboy, it's claimed, came in the room blazin', and didn't stop 'till they were pretty sure everybody was dead.
Clifford Worley : What are you talkin' about?
Vincenzo Coccotti : Talkin' about a massacre. They snatched my narcotics, hightailed it outta there. Woulda got away with it, but your son, fuckhead that he is, left his driver's license in a dead guy's hand.
Clifford Worley : I haven't seen Clarence.
Coccotti : You see that?
[Holding a clenched fist in one direction, then striking Clifford with the other]
Coccotti : That smarts, doesn't it? Getting slammed in the nose. Fucks 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?
Coccotti : Now, what we got here is a little game of show and tell. You don't wanna show me nothing but you're telling me everything.
Clifford Worley : So you're a Sicilian, huh?
Vincenzo Coccotti : [intensly] Uh-huh.
Clifford Worley : You know I read a lot. Especially things that have to do with history. I find that shit fasccinating. In fact, I don't know if you know this or not, Sicilians were spawned by niggers.
Vincenzo Coccotti : Come again?
Clifford Worley : It's a fact. Sicilians have nigger blood pumpin' through their hearts. If you don't believe me, look it up. You see, hundreds of years ago the Moors conquered Sicily. And Moors are niggers. Way back then, Sicilians were like the wops in Northern Italy. Blond hair, blue eyes. But, once the Moors moved in there, they changed the whole country. They did so much fuckin' with the Sicilian women, they changed the blood-line for ever, from blond hair and blue eyes to black hair and dark skin. I find it absolutely amazing to think that to this day, hundreds of years later, Sicilians still carry that niggers gene. I'm just quoting history. It's a fact. It's written. Your ancestors were niggers. Your great, great, great, great, great-grandmother was fucked by a nigger, and had a half-nigger kid. That's a fact. Now tell me, am I lyin'?
Vincenzo Coccotti : [Coccotti looks at him for a moment then jumps up, whips out an automatic, grabs hold of Cliff's hair, puts the barrel to his temple, and pumps three bullets through Cliff's head. He pushes the body violently aside. Coccotti pauses. Unable to express his feelings and frustrated by the blood on his hands, he simply drops his weapon, and turns to his men] I haven't killed anyone since 1974. Goddamn his soul to burn for eternity in fuckin hell for makin' me spill blood on my hands! Go to this comedian's son's apartment and come back withsomethin' that tells me where that asshole went so I can wipe this egg off of my face and fix this fucked-up family for good.
Vincenzo Coccotti : Children, someone's sticking a red hot poker up my asshole and what I don't know is who's hand is on the handle.