Road House (1989) (part 3 of 15)
On a squalid back street somewhere, a real beater of a car pulls up to a parking garage. Dalton gets out, showing that (gurk) he also owns a white silk blazer to match the pants. And yet, the worst examples of his fashion sense are yet to come, folks.
He tosses his keys to a random old black guy sitting on the sidewalk. The man is outraged, and in Wolfman Jack’s voice yells, “What do I look like, a valet?” How dare you, sir? How dare you mistake me, a guy with nothing better to do than sit on the sidewalk in the middle of the night, for a lowly valet?
But there’s no racial stereotyping going on here. Dalton tells the man, “Keep it. It’s yours.” The man looks at the keys, and with a brief grunt heads over to his new ride. And we all know you don’t need anything else to assume ownership of a car, like, say, the car’s title or any other sort of paperwork. That’s Dalton for you; He just passes along his worldly possessions like it’s his katra.
(And the guy who assumes ownership of the car-tra is Chino “Fats” Williams, who also shows up in a bit part as motel manager in Action Jackson, another Joel Silver production.)