Bumpy Johnson was a smart man.

What's wrong?

Mr. Redman, you know I don't like almonds on my split.

Yes, sir, Mr. Johnson. I know you don't like almonds on your split.

Did you put these almonds on my split, Mr. Redman?

No, sir, Mr. Johnson. Then who did? Jimmy, the newborn.

Jimmy!

Did Mr. Redman tell you I don't like almonds on my split, Jimmy?

Oh, boy.

Yes, he did. I must have made a mistake. Oh, that's all right. That's all right. Listen, why don't you bring me some hot fudge? Hot fudge. See if you got any hot fudge back there.

Here you go, Mr. Johnson.

Have a seat there, Jimmy. Have a seat. I want to show you how to make a traditional split, and then I'll show you how I like to to ice cream. Allergic to ice cream. Sounds like to me, you're allergic to rap poison, boy. Let me do him, Buffy!

He said you wanted that boy to work here.

Who said I wanted this boy to work here?

Valley.

Say it ain't so, Valley! Say it ain't so, Valley!

Die, mother f***er!