Danny Aiello: Phil Cantone

Harlem Nights

Phil Cantone

Phil Cantone: OK Ray, here's the deal. I got a call from a friend of mine by the name of Bugsy Calhoune. He told me you're sitting on a little gold mine here. Now don't get me wrong. I know there's always gonna be after-hour places. We pretty much leave them alone when the money's not that significant, but you guys are doing about 10-15,000 a week. I mean, that's a lot of money. And to be perfectly honest. Mr. Calhoune & myself want some of it.
Sugar Ray: How much money you talking about, you maggot motherfucker?
Phil Cantone: Well, you guys are doing 15.000 a week. Let's say our cut is 10,000.
Sugar Ray: You're robbing us, you son of a bitch.
Phil Cantone: No, no, no. You're robbing the system, Ray. What do you want... sympathy from me? You're criminals, for Christ's sake. And I think it's a pretty fair deal. I wanted more, but Bugsy said it was fair. I mean, he's a real softy, Bugsy. I mean, if it was up to me, I'd give you jigs just enough money to function. So when I see you guys with the... with the fancy suits and cars and nice houses, and I'm living in a FUCKING HOVEL... I mean, that bothers me.

Phil Cantone: All right, everybody. This is a fuckin' raid! Anybody try to leave, I'll pump one in your ass. Everybody's under arrest. And, please, cooperate with the arresting officers so we can get this done as quickly and as easily as possible. Band! Play some traveling music. Everybody's going downtown on the A train.

Sugar Ray: The candy business is something else
Phil Cantone: I'll say. Must not be a nigger in the street with a healthy tooth in his mouth.

Sugar Ray: Your clothes fit you well.
Phil Cantone: That's funny. That's seriously funny. My clothes fit me well. What are you? You used to be a nightclub comic or something?
Sugar Ray: No. Owned a candy store. For 20 years.

Phil Cantone: Somebody told me you run an after-hours place called, 'Club Sugar Ray's'. Hottest spot in Harlem. They told me you can gamble, drink, fuck, dance.