The Hapless Hooker Goes To Miami
This incisive character study is interrupted by the arrival of Wesley Snipes, who pulls up in front of the Checker Club but doesn't take advantage of its "courteous and efficient valet parking staff." That's just as well, because it gives Sonny an excuse to follow Wesley Snipes into the club, and Bill Paxton an excuse not to have to listen to Sonny's bullcrap any more. Instead, that burden falls upon poor Wesley Snipes, who is just sitting around the Checker Club sipping on gin and juice with his mind on his money and his money on his mind, when Crockett sits down uninvited. "No, no, don't get up, just stay seated there, just relax, Silk," Crockett says. Well, I guess one vice that goes unprosecuted in Miami is discourtesy. But Sonny is undeterred, even if he must use his drug-dealing alter ego: "I'm Sonny Burnett." Wesley Snipes demands to know what Crockett/Burnett's business is. "Well, you see, I represent a lot of people who are asking exactly the same thing," Crockett/Burnett smarms. "They're asking, 'Who is this guy who is spreading around all this pharmaceutical rhino rinse.'" Sonny punctuates that last bit with a purse of the lips which is meant to come across as puckish but that in some cultures would mean that Wesley Snipes and Sonny were now man and wife.