AAAAAAAAAAGH! (pulls Fugo away from a shocked Trish after the former got knocked into the latter's bust) Please, miss, you gotta forgive Fugo! He didn't mean to come off as an over-eager horn-dog! I know it seems like we hit the brakes so my man here can peek at those jaunty jiggle-sacks, but I give you my word that's not it! Blame his weakness in the face of boobs!
Just shut up, would ya!? I was bracing for impact, and you're making it sound like I was trying to cop a feel!
JUST PROMISE ME WHATEVER YOU DO YOU WON'T TELL THE BOSS!!!
Guess being stuck inside a turtle has its drawbacks. It's kinda muggy. Hey Narancia, you want a drink, too? Hope you're good with it being cold. There's cola and mineral water, sparkling water, and apple, orange, and pineapple juice. [noticing that Narancia's gone deaf] Hey, are you listening to me at all?!
Huh? You say something, Mista?
I asked if you wanted something to drink! Though you might wanna try getting some shut-eye! You've seen better days there, man. I'll keep an eye on the ceiling while you rest.
Sounds like a plan! I'm actually starting to feel a little achy, anyway. My back and shoulders are killing me, so I think I'll cop a squat. Something warm would sure hit the spot right now, but nothing too heavy.
For the last time, all we've got in the fridge are cold ones! Come on! Does your brain shut down when you talk to people!?
In that case, banana, it is. Yeah. [reads the magazine] Gardens like these really soothe the soul. Your stress just melts away. So heavenly. Man, oh, man, what I'd give to bask in that Garden of Eden's warm sunshine, just daydreaming about the good old days.
Mista [disgusted]: Gross! Would you cut that shit out!? Nobody wants your nasty-ass spit on the damn pages!
Huh? You're saying I did what now!? There's no way! You're crazy!
[Narancia coughs up blood and loses one tooth because of the aging]
You're, uh, drooling pretty bad there, man. That is so freaking nasty! The heck is that!? Hey!
I was craving this banana, but it's no good. I mean, just look at it. It's like a piece old stale beef jerky.
That's funny. You're really having cold in there, Narancia? Don't scare me like that. It almost looks like that thing coming out of your mouth is a real tooth. I appreciate the commitment, but I think you're taking a bit too far. Just what is that dangling thing made of?
Huh? You say something again, Mista? Speak louder. Stop whispering, would ya? I can't hear what you're saying.
Earlier, I saw nobility and resolve that was hardened like a diamond, shining in your eyes. But you’ve fallen. Now you’re just a piece of shit.
PPesci
Fallen? Fallen, you say?! (Proceeds to slam Coco Jumbo against a rock on the ground) The only ones who are going to fall and get crushed are these bastards! You won't make it in time! I hope you enjoy hell, Bucciarati!
I can tell you've lived life as the eternal screw-up. Don't change on my account.
(Sticky Fingers launches Pesci towards him and retracts his arm before unleashing a beat-down that rips Pesci's body to pieces)
SFSticky Fingers
ARRIARRIARRIARRIARRIARRIARRIARRIARRIARRIARRI! ARRI!
(Pesci is split into many pieces with his body parts falling into the lake)
(After asking Bucciarati where the bathroom is.) I knew you were reasonable.
This closet will be our bathroom. Have at it.
I assumed you needed to use it.
I don't know where this portal leads, but I'm sure the turtle will be fine. It might actually be good for him.
Huh? What do you mean? Please tell me that you're not suggesting that I-!
BFBaby Face Jr.
Try using your eyes. Your fist didn't come anywhere near my face! (grabs Gold Experience's fist) I win, punk! Now you die!
(proceeds to retaliate)
All this struggling, it's useless.
(Baby Face suddenly stops attacking, then something wrong happens to Junior)
BFBaby Face Jr.
What the?! My hand!
What's the problem? Don't tell me you really thought Gold Experience was playing fetch with his own hand.
It was the bike. I turned the bike into a hand and had it delivered right here to you. (parts of motorcycle bursts in Baby Face's body) Seems you noticed, but you just assimilated that machine into your body. That's excellent work.
BFBaby Face Jr.
Those third rate tricks. They won't work on me! I'll just split apart and go-
You're forgetting. Bikes need tanks of gasoline to run. It would be a simple task to light you up before the thought of running away even crossed your mind.
BFBaby Face Jr.
(Looking back as spark plug starts to ignite) Huh!? Wh-Wh-WHAT!? (gets caught in the explosion) AAAAAAAAARRRRGH!!! (His remains start to disintegrate) On fire... Hurts... So much...
Guess doing things as you pleased didn't really work out for you. Here's my way. [Has Golden Experience turn Baby Face Jr.'s remains into a snake to kill Melone with.]
Everyone knows the capital of France. But English speakers pronounce it "Paris", while most say "Paree", the way it's supposed to be. But somehow, "Venice" has replaced the real "Venezia" as the global standard. Like those stories, The “Merchant of Venice” and “Death in Venice”... WHY?! CALL THE DAMN BOOK “DEATH IN VENEZIA!” IT'S NOT THAT HARD! ARE WE NOT GOOD ENOUGH?! LEARN A LITTLE ITALIAN, PUTTANA, AND CALL THE THING WHAT IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE! WHAT KIND OF POMPOUS BULLSHIT ARE THEY ON ABOUT?!
