|Joe Pesci Calls Irate Black Man Again|
Celebrity Prank Call
See also: Joe Pesci calls an Irate Black Man, the previous call made to this victim.
Joe Pesci: I've been tryin' to reach you, you're tougher to get than the President.
Irate Black Man: Who's speaking?
Joe Pesci: Yeah...least you could do is return my phone calls, though.
Irate Black Man: Who's speaking?!
Joe Pesci: You said I'm bringin' heat on you? I gotta listen to people because of your fuckin' shit?! You're orderin' me out?! You better get your own fuckin' army, pal!
Irate Black Man: (sound of him eating something) Man, who da fuck is yo bitch-ass? What's yo fuckin' name, bitch? Who are you?
Joe Pesci: You're fuckin' warned: don't ever go over my fuckin' head again! You motherfucker, you!
Irate Black Man: You sound like yo about 4 foot 3, man! I'll stomp you in da motherfuckin' mud patch, bitch! Who da fuck are you?
Joe Pesci: Shut the fuck up.
Irate Black Man: Meet me some fuckin' where, bitch! We'll meet anywhere you wanna meet!
Joe Pesci: You motherfucker, you!
Irate Black Man: Yo right, I'll fuck yo punk-ass mama, let's do dis shit again!
Joe Pesci: You put my fuckin' money to sleep! You go get my money or I'll put your fuckin' brain to sleep!
Irate Black Man: [unintelligible]...garbage can, chopped-up, in so many fuckin' pieces, they won't even be able to recognize yo bitch ass! Now who da fuck are you? You callin' mah crib? You don't even know me, bitch-ass motherfucker!
Joe Pesci: Get this through your head, you Jew motherfucker, you...!
Irate Black Man: I ain't no fuckin' Jew! I'm a black man, motherfucker, with a big dick and great big-ass motherfuckin' nuts! Now what da fuck you talkin' about?!
Joe Pesci: You know, I don't know what it is, Sammy, but the more I talk to you, the more I feel like you just don't want to go along with me. Is that it?
Irate Black Man: Meet me somewhere! And I'll fuck you in yo fuckin' mouth and leave you in a ditch somewhere! Meet me somewhere! You callin'...you want...dis is da second time you done called mah crib with dat shit, bitch, it's da last time! Meet me some fuckin' where!
Joe Pesci: I'm what counts out here! Not your fuckin' country clubs or your fuckin' TV shows!
Irate Black Man: Meet me somewhere, motherfucker! Talk shit...quit talkin' shit and meet me somewhere! Bring any goddamn artillery you need, 'cause I got plenty! Meet me somewhere!
Joe Pesci: You want me to get out of my own fuckin' town?!
Irate Black Man: Motherfucker, don't just talk shit!! Give me a destination and yo punk-ass be there and I'll be there!
Joe Pesci: YOU DUMB MOTHERFUCKER!!!
Irate Black Man: Holy shit! You wanna talk shit on da phone...I'll meet you in person, man and stomp yo ass into a motherfuckin' ditch! Now meet me somewhere, bitch! You don't know me! I ain't no fuckin' Jew! I'm a black man, dick-sucker! Do I have ta say dat shit again?! Now I'm gonna get off da line if you ain't gonna meet me no fuckin' where.
Joe Pesci: You fuck people out of money and get away with it.
Irate Black Man: Hole in yo motherfuckin' ass, man, dat I'll stick mah whole dick through! Don't fuck with me!
Joe Pesci: You shit-kickin', stinky, horse manure-smellin' motherfucker, you!
Irate Black Man: [*hangs up*]
[*End of call*]