Confrontational Dialogue with Racial Slurs

Okay.

How long have you been out of prison?

How long have you been out?

Listen-

I'm pretty wise.

Listen, you stupid tattooed-faced nigger.

I'm pretty wise.

You retarded faggot nigger.

I'm the clerk.

It's not-

I'm pretty wise

... it's not a hard question. I'm just asking you how long have you been

out?

The f-

I'm pretty wise.

Why do you niggers get tattoos in the first place?

I'm pretty wise.

Why do you niggers get tattoos in the first place?

I'm pretty wi-

No one can see them.

Your black skin literally-

I'm pretty wise

... covers all of it, and-

I'm pretty wise

... it is impossible to see it.

How high are you right now?

You know what's funny? This nigger will go to a job interview

and then

wonder why they don't hire him.

That's what you'll do, wasn't it, isn't it?

What kind of fucking shoebox are you living in right now?

Are you, like, living in a closet?

How much rent you paying? How much, how much of the Section 8 housing is going

to this wonderful abode that you have these days?

All of it, huh?

So you're paying God knows how... Was that a fucking chirp?

Was that a fucking chirp? Are you fucking kidding

me that you live in this shoebox and you-

Me?

... cannot go over there to that fucking fire alarm that I can

see and buy a battery and put it in there,

you ridiculous, worthless nigger.

You can't do it, can you?

Me.

God, you are so pathetic.

The fucking chirp again. The chirp again from the

nigger. It's so bad.

Grown-ass man playing with toys. That's funny.

Oh, now you wanna talk nigger? Now you wanna talk?

Now you wanna speak up? Speak up, nigger. Come on. Come on. Let's see what you got.

Let's hear what you got. You're a broke,

worthless, poor nigger

that got, that spent a bunch of money on tattoos

that no one could even see and

is doing drugs right now but can't fucking put a smoke alarm

battery in. You suck at life