Hugh DeAngelis: (on phone) Hello?
Ohhh...Corrado, how are ya?
How am I? I'm a prisoner in my own home is how I am. What do we live for?
Anyhow, I wanna wish you a bona fortuna and also send you my regrets. I'd love to be at your jubilee.
Bobby Baccilieri
Junior...
The federal government says I can't leave the house and my family keeps me sedated. Bobby told me it was a surprise party, but I told him, I go "At our age, it's enough surprise everyday when we get up in the morning. Right?"
So happy birthday my friend and many more. Arrividerci.
What do we do about Junior?
He's in jail. That puts him out of our reach.
He's a demented old fuck. I say we do nothin'. Let 'im rot, sever all ties. End this embarrassment right now.
He "Marvin Gayed" his own nephew, the boss o' this family.
What happens ta Junior is Tony's call.
Bobby Baccilieri
That's right.
Bobby, all due respect, where the fuck were you that night? Why was the skipper babysittin' Junior?
Bobby Baccilieri
I had other family obligations. Ask my wife. Tony volunteered.
Lemme ask you a question. Before he cornered you in the porta-potty, when the security guard was suckin' him off-
Whoah one sec, it-it was the other way around.
Vito was blowing the security guard.
He's not gonna know I told you?
You ain't gonna have no problem from Vito, believe me.
It'll be okay. Get him ta pay for some therapy.
(to Finn) Look, why don't you, uh, go out front, just get yourself a sandwich, any kind ya like huh? Soda. And, when we're done here, somebody'll take you back. Alright. (Finn leaves)
(laughs) I wanna kill the fat faggot myself! Be a fuckin' honor. Cut off his pisciatil' and feed it to 'im.
There can be no mistake now.
I can't believe I stuck up for 'im! I feel like I've been stabbed in the heart.
Bobby Baccilieri
Well, we can't have 'im here in our social club no more. I mean, that much I do know.
Social club? He's gotta go!
Bobby Baccilieri
Yeah, I-I don't know.
(Paulie stands up) What the fuck?! What is there ta think about?
Fuck that! I'll say it again! What the fuck is there ta think about?
You gonna take care of his kids, huh, after he's gone?
It's true. They didn't do nothin'. Poor little guys.
Now sit down. (to Paulie)
I'm sorry if I yelled T, it's just, how much more betrayal can I take?
(laughing) Vito a fag. Big construction tycoon. Ton', when he was always talkin' about "greasin' the union," who knew, that's what he meant? (does jerk off notion with his hand and Patsy Parisi laughs hard in response)
Alright, this stays in these four walls. Understood?
BBBobby Baccalieri
(angrily, at Paulie) Hey cocksucka!!! You hire some fly-by-night piece of shit and you don't tell nobody?
Jason Molinaro: Whoa, Bobby!
What the fuck you talkin' about?
BBBobby Baccalieri
You know what I'm talkin' about, you cheap fuck!
BBBobby Baccalieri
Hey, everybody wants to get rich, but you don't scrimp on safety.
BBBobby Baccalieri
My baby girl was in that car. You owe me money, Paulie!
BBBobby Baccalieri
My wife's got nerve damage!
BBBobby Baccalieri
Get the fuck off me!
Bobby Baccilieri
(After Tony makes a joke about Janice) Oh! What about my wife!?
Bobby Baccilieri
She's my home. No more talkin' like that!
Bobby Baccilieri
Stay outta this! You Sopranos. You go too far.
Alright, you know, Jan. He's right, I'm sorry. I crossed the line, I apologize...won't happen again.
Listen, I gotta talk ta you!
It can't wait T, this fuckin' Paulie!
Bobby Baccilieri
What happened?
He sent his idiot nephew and Jason Molinaro ta my father in law's store. They boosted a power to power source.
Yeah. Not exactly, Al caught 'em while they were there.
So, they did or did not take the source?
They did. Under false pretense.
And this is what you couldn't wait ta talk ta me about?
They broke inta the guy's store T!
Yeah, I hear ya, I get it. But we're in the middle o' talkin' about an ongoing potentially multi million dollar proposition here Christopher.
Oh really? Well I'm glad ya feel that way. Power ta drills, you believe this shit? Go have a Live Ricky or whatever the fuck it is you're drinkin' these days and we'll be done in a few minutes.
Forget it, alright! I got other shit ta do!
Alright, lets dispense with the five hundred pound elephant in the room huh? My kid tried ta off 'imself. We all fuckin' know it. That's it...nobody's got nothin' ta say...
Bobby Baccilieri
How's he doin' Ton'?
They got 'im under observation, whatever the fuck that means. Stupid fuck! When did I lose this kid. What did I do wrong?
Bobby Baccilieri
Lot o' pressure on kids today Ton'.
Still, ta try ta kill 'imself.
Bobby Baccilieri
It happens skip.
(to Bobby) Happen ta your kids? (to Patsy) Or yours?
They're all different Ton'. My son Patrick, I love 'im ta death, but he can be a moody prick sometimes...