All I want to hear from your ass is, "You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker.

But this one is a little more expensive.

This is 500 a gram.

But, when you shoot it, you will know where that extra money went.

There's nothing wrong with these two. This is real, real, real good shit.

But this one is a fuckin' madman.

Remember, I just got back from Amsterdam.

Am I a nigger? Are we in lnglewood? No.

You're in my home. Now, white people who know the difference...

between good shit and bad shit, this is the house they come to.

Now, my shit, I'll take the Pepsi Challenge with that Amsterdam shit...

- any old day of the fuckin' week. - That's a bold statement.

This ain't Amsterdam, Vince. This is a seller's market.

Coke is fuckin' dead as... dead.

Heroin, it's comin' back in a big fuckin' way.

- All right. Gimme three grams of madman. - Okay.

Now, if it's as good as you say it is, I'll come back and buy another thousand.

I just hope that I still have some left for ya,

but I'm givin' you some out of my own private stash.

That is what a nice guy I am.