In reply to Dave Morrison:
Like when discussing the 'creator' of chicken nuggets...
D'Angelo, Poot and Wallace are sitting on the orange sofa in the yard outside the low rises:
WALLACE: Want some nuggets?
POOT: Nah, go o
WALLACE: (Chewing on a nugget). Mother f*cker got the bone all the way out the damn chicken. . Til somebody come along they been chewing on drum sticks and shit, getting' their fingers all greasy. Man said leave the bone [out], snug up that meat and make some real money. .
POOT: You think the man got paid?. . .
WALLACE: Shit, he richer than a mother f*cker
D'ANGELO: You think he got a percentage?
WALLACE: Why not?
D'ANGELO: Nigger, please. The man that invented that just some sad ass down in the basement at McDonalds. . .
POOT: Nah man, that ain't right. . .
D'ANGELO: F*ck right. It ain't about right, it about money. Now you think Ronald McDonald going to go down that basement and say, "Hey Mr Nugget. You the bomb. We're sellin' chicken faster you can tear the bone out. . So I'm going to write my clowny ass name on this fat ass check for you?
WALLACE: Shit..
D'ANGELO: And the nigger that make them things still working in the basement for a regular wage thinking of a way to make the fries taste better and things like that. Believe.
WALLACE: He still have the idea, though