Artie Bucco
(Talking to himself in the mirror) Oh! Jean-Philippe! Yer home. I called ya five times. Qu'est-ce Que C'est?...Message machine broken? Nice crib. Whazzat uh...Berber carpet? Those, uh... fuckin' shoes you wear, what are they, uh... designer? Hmm? You fuckin' avoiding' me mother fucker? Where’s my money? Oh, what are you gonna cry now, Huh? Stand up you frog–eating Faccia de Gatz'. I will fuck you up!
(Artie Bucco holds a rifle to Tony's face) My mother?
Artie Bucco
Oh, don't say she's lyin' Ton'...because why would she!!!?
What she tell you, my mother?
Artie Bucco
Don't make it worse. Do me the respect of not treating me like a fuckin' idiot piece of shit. When you blew up the restaurant, you made me party to a criminal conspiracy, did you ever stop ta think about that?
I don't know what she told you, my mother, of all people...two arson investigators gave that fire a clean bill o' health Artie. Why the fuck would I blow up your restaurant?
Artie Bucco
To help me! You fuckin' bent psycho! You hear your uncle's gonna hurt my business by stagin' a hit in my place and that's yer solution?! To burn it down for the insurance money!!! What kind o' stupid, sick, twisted logic!
Ask yourself a question. Am I that fuckin' stupid, huh? Am I that fuckin' stupid, really...?
Artie Bucco
Hey, man, it's Artie. (on phone)
Artie Bucco
Listen, I'm at the Soprano's house. And Tony's a little green around the gills. Flu, i'm guessing. But maybe he ate something didn't agree with him.
Artie Bucco
No, what, salmonella? No! But he had a reaction. You guys ate at an Indian restaurant. It would help if we knew, did you have any symptoms?
No. Well, once during the night, I did have a slight touch of diarrhea. That's all, it passed.
Artie Bucco
Nothing. Touch of diarrhea.
Artie Bucco
A touch. Nothing right, puss? Not what like Tony's going through, right? Like from bad shellfish or anything.
What the fuck? Am I gonna get sick now?
Artie Bucco
The cobwebs are now removed.
The fuck are ya talkin' about?!
Artie Bucco
You saw this whole thing, didn't you? You knew exactly what was gonna happen. You can see twenty moves down the road. Please...I don't blame you, I envy you. It's like an instinct, like a hawk sees a little mouse movin' around a corn field from a mile up.
You think it's my fault you're fuckin' lyin' in here?
Artie Bucco
It's just that somebody mentions fifty grand, to bankroll a French digestif, and your mind goes through all the permutations at like, internet speed and realizes, "Oh, worst case scenario, I eat for free."
You fuckin' suicide. You're disgraceful!
Artie Bucco
I'm sorry.
Nah, fuck that!!! Does anybody else know it was me that loaned you the money?
Artie Bucco
Like who?
Like who? I don't give a fuck who. Adriana, Father Intintola, my wife...anybody? (Artie nods no) Alright...ya...ya...ya got mugged. Outside o' yer house. It was a street crime. Kids, they took yer wallet and yer watch. Where are they?
Artie Bucco
Why?
Come on! (Tony takes Artie's belongings) Why? You don't care what people think. Well, I do. Enough people hate me! You fought back. They ripped yer earrin' outta yer ear, you were bleedin', you went inside yer house, you...you took a bunch o' pills to kill the pain 'cuz you knew you'd have to wait at the emergency room for a couple o' hours.
Artie Bucco
Ton', they pumped my stomach, they saw the almanac.
You got fuckin' mugged. Do you understand me? I didn't loan you shit!
JPJean-Philippe Colbert
Oh...it's you. Hello. Come in.
Artie Bucco
Jean-Philippe, yer home. Qu'est-ce que c'est, man? Message machine broken?
JPJean-Philippe Colbert
l'm sorry, I...l've been wishing to call you...I...
Artie Bucco
Nice crib. You were supposed to give me my money two days ago.
JPJean-Philippe Colbert
I know. Credit Lyonnais, they didn't come through with the second round of financing yet. My partners are sick about it.
Artie Bucco
Well, that's not my problem Jean-Philippe, I want my money.
JPJean-Philippe Colbert
I just told you. I don't have it.
Artie Bucco
Well, when are you gonna get it?
JPJean-Philippe Colbert
I don't know okay. I don't know. Doesn't look too good.
Artie Bucco
Whoah...whoah...whoah...whoah...what does that...what does that mean?!
JPJean-Philippe Colbert
I mean, I don't know if its going to happen alright. They...they were not convinced we are a business model. They didn't agree there was as much potential for almanac. The problem has been it seems that people cannot figure out how to market almanac. The hip approach like with Stoli, fails.
Artie Bucco
You said it was the next vodka!!!
JPJean-Philippe Colbert
Hey, so we are big boys, we must move on.
Artie Bucco
Frog eatin' fuckin' faggia di cazz'.
JPJean-Philippe Colbert
What did you say?
Artie Bucco
I said I want my money!!
JPJean-Philippe Colbert
Are you stupid? That money spent. Operating expenses, notaires, travel.
Artie Bucco
No. You have my fifty thousand dollars.
JPJean-Philippe Colbert
It's business. It's a risk.
Artie Bucco
I have a daughter who needs braces.
JPJean-Philippe Colbert
Listen to me, I don't have it right now.
Artie Bucco
You fuckin' French fuckin' lyin' cocksucka!!! (Artie starts to fight with Jean-Philippe)
JPJean-Philippe Colbert
Fuck to your mother! Sale rital... (Jean-Philippe rips off Artie's earring)
Artie Bucco
My earrin'!! You ripped my fuckin' ear!
JPJean-Philippe Colbert
Du con.
Artie Bucco
Ow! I want my money.
JPJean-Philippe Colbert
Fuck you. If I see you again, I'll kill you. (Jean-Philippe throws Artie out.)
So, to what do I owe this pleasure?
I don't know if you're gonna see it that way. I have asked you to lunch to tell you I'm filing for divorce.
Artie Bucco
I hope you brought your appetite...
Why don't you give us a minute. (Artie leaves the table) Well that's nice. Invite me to a public place so you can ambush me? You think I won't make a scene?
Spare me your outrage, Tony. Accept the fact that I'm moving on with my life.
Moving on? That's what you were doing after the party last week?
I think you and I both know that didn't change anything.
Well first of all we're Italian, we don't believe in divorce. We believe in the nuclear family.
Are you listening to yourself? Despite your best efforts, I have an attorney who is going to aggressively pursue my custody of A.J. an also an equitable distribution of our assets.
I am through trying to get you to provide beyond the minimum I need to live.
Oh so it's fuckin' money? That's all this is to you?
After all we've been through is it so hard to own up to anything beyond that bullshit tax return?
Go stand over there, I'll call you when I'm ready.(Artie leaves again) You want money? How 'bout my forty grand you stole out of the bird feeder, that should be plenty, you're such an investment genius.
You want this to get ugly Tony, because these guys live for that.
What, you think I don't? (gets up to leave, then comes back) The only reason you have anything is 'cause of my fuckin' sweat, and you knew every step of the way exactly how it works. But you walk around that fuckin' mansion and your five-hundred dollar shoes and your diamond rings, and you act like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth. And you don't want it to get ugly. Too late.
I want what I am entitled to.
You're entitled to shit. (to Artie): She's ready to order.
You lost your fuckin' mind? The shit you're in with that kid, which you brought on yourself.
Artie Bucco
Brought on myself? Oh, I suppose you let a certain element into your world, you're askin' for it.
Artie Bucco
Jesus fuckin' Christ. How could you pull that scam at my place?
Come on, you know I woulda never let that happen if I'd known.
Artie Bucco
You're innocent. I get it. I'm just another victim of "Benny Fazio: Criminal Mastermind."
That's right. The moment you found out, instead of puttin' him in the ER, you shoulda come to me. He says he's gonna kill you Artie.
Artie Bucco
I can't take American Express now Tony. You know what that means? I have to start with the fuckin' "two-fors." My accountant insisted, ya happy? Life's not fair, right I know. But somehow, I believed my dad's crap about honest work. He used ta say ta me, "You'll see, pay's off in the end." What a joke.
I hate ta see you like this. You know that. 'Cuz you start thinkin' crazy shit!
Artie Bucco
You ready ta order?
Why you kickin' her ass like that?
Artie Bucco
If you're referrin' to the fact that she's my employee and I'm tellin' her what to do, last time I checked, that's the way it works.
She thinks you want her ta cry. I said not true.
Artie Bucco
She told you that? 'Cuz you two talk all the time...
Artie Bucco
So maybe you should hire her.
I know how to treat people.
Artie Bucco
You're a people person, obviously.
I am. And when they're good to me, they get treats. And when they're not, well I got this severence thing I do, it's a complete break actually.
Artie Bucco
Ohohohohohohohohoho. I get it. Uhuh. See 'cuz you talked around that bit so much, I almost missed it.
Artie? You know what time it is?
Artie Bucco
We need to talk.
Now? My wife is pregnant. She needs to sleep.
Artie Bucco
Martina told me about your little credit card business. Step outside man.
I'll be outside a minute honey. Look, you're upset, alright. But it's not my fault that little trick got greedy.
Artie Bucco
Oh, so she's a little trick, huh? (Artie shoves Benny)
I was gonna cut you in, but now you're actin' stupid.
Artie Bucco
Regular people are all fuckin' stupid? (Artie heavily shoves Benny and Benny reciprocates with a hard punch as the fist fight ensues)
You want some more? (Artie lunges at Benny, takes him down, and batters his face with an onslaught of heavy punches)
Artie Bucco
Piece of dog shit. Little greasy motherfuckin' meatball dog shit. Poo. (Artie spits on Benny's battered body and performs some angry punch moves) I'm stupid...? (Artie leaves)
Artie Bucco
Benny, can I get you a Martina?
Artie Bucco
A Martina. It's like a Martini, but it's from Albania.
JFJen Fazio
Hmph. I never heard of it.
Artie Bucco
Well, apparently, they go down real easy, right Benny?
(staring at Artie) We're gonna look at the menu.
Artie Bucco
Good enough. (Artie leaves)