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?

Caption contributed by Albert

Unfortunately, Jaleel White didn’t grow up well.

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.)

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Multi-Part Article: Road House (1989)

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