So you're a Sicilian, huh? Uh-huh. You know I read a lot. Especially things that have to...

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.