This is a great TV. Nothing beats a plasma. What are you doing? That's my customer. It...

Mooj: [talking to a customer] This is a great TV. Nothing beats a plasma. Jay: What are you doing? That's my customer. Mooj: It certainly is not. When I came upon her, she was unattended Jay: No, no, that's my... She was unattended because I went to the back to get the brochure she requested. Mooj: I apologize, but it's too late. The transaction is completed. Jay: Then you gonna give me half the commission. Mooj: You will receive none of the commission. Jay: I need to talk to Paula. This is crazy, man! Mooj: This is bullshit! Every time I make a sale, you go crying to Paula. How about... how about Jesse Jackson? Oh, Jesse, he needs a call... Jay: I'm sick of you poaching my customers. Mooj: I'm sick of your crybaby bullshit! Jay: You wanna take this shit outside? You wanna just take it outside and just squash it? Mooj: Let's stay inside so everybody can see what a pussy you have, okay? Because when I remove the blade I keep in my boot from its sheath, I cannot return it until it has spilt blood. Jay: Listen to me, listen to me! You are fucking with the wrong nigger. Mooj: Hey, hey! You are fucking with the wrong sand nigger, okay? Jay: I will hang your old ass by your turban! Mooj: [Mooj has a very definite Indian accent] Oh, turban, now! Do you see any fucking turban here? Do I talk like a turban guy? Do I say, "Hey, Jay, you want a slurpee? You want a slurpee?" Fuck you, okay? I was born in Brooklyn. Brooklyn, okay? My accent is a fucking Brooklyn accent, okay? Okay? Jay: All right, man. Calm down, dude! Look... you still covering my shift on Friday or what? Mooj: If I can keep this commission... with pleasure. Jay: Cool, man. All right, pops. [They hug; Jay leaves]