Landlord: Okay, now what the fuck do you want?
Prince Akeem: We desire a room.
Landlord: Look, you better not be wasting my time. You got money? …Come on in, gentlemen.
Akeem knocks on the door over the barber shop. The landlord pokes his head out of the door. He smiles and invites them in after Semmi shows him a large roll.