What is this, fuckin' "Pulp Fiction"? Am I supposed ta be afraid?
I don't know, I didn't see it.
You're really bein' a prick, huh. I told you, I need more time.
Chris, you know me. What could you possibly do ta me that I haven't already been through?
I'm positive we'll think o' somethin'. (Chris punches J.T. in the face, hard, sending him to the ground)
Ow! My God... (Little Paulie Germani keeps kicking J.T. on the ground and Chris breaks a glass framed portrait on J.T.'s head) Ow! Oh! Oh...auh...
BBBobby Baccalieri
Brought you some danishes and coffee.
Fuckin' medication. I can't think, can't stay awake.
BBBobby Baccalieri
It don't have that side-effect. But it'll help your outlook if you take it consistently like you're supposed to. What's on?
They said in the guide it's an Italian movie, but even with the captions I can't tell what's what. They had Jesus hanging off a helicopter, but you could tell it was a dummy.
BBBobby Baccalieri
You know who I saw at the bakery?
How the fuck could I know?
BBBobby Baccalieri
Rosalie Aprile. She said they're having a surprise party for Carmela's father next week. He's gonna be seventy-five. You get an invite?
No but we go back to when Moses wore short pants. I better call Hugh. Tell him not to expect me.
BBBobby Baccalieri
It's a surprise party, June.
What are we, children? Anyway, at our age it's enough surprise we're still alive every morning.
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.
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.
MDMary DeAngelis
Freddy Di Novi.
Tony'll love him. Who else?
Dad, Tony isn't coming to the party.
Well, I felt that since we're separated, we should get used to the idea of livin' separate lives.
Oh, that's a crock of shit!
MDMary DeAngelis
You don't talk to her like that. This is very difficult.
I've known the man for twenty-somethin' years. It's his house, how's it gonna look?!! (angrily)
I talked to Tony about it. He's in agreement with me.
Because you put the screws to him!!
Fine, I'll cancel the party!
Go right the hell ahead! Because I'm not comin' if the man of the house isn't there!!
I don't feel like I'm sittin' at twelve o' clock.
Angie Bonpensiero: You're sittin' at twelve o' clock.
I don't give a fuck. You can sit in there until fucking saginata. It'll still need to be dealt with. This car went through a major collision.
How can it be okay if its askew? What's a matter Joey, you got a fuckin' eye problem! You look like Stevie Wonder, your eyes rollin' around!
JPJoe Peeps
Huh, what I say? I didn't say nuthin'...
Turns out somebody got a look at the guy that did Joe Peeps. All they got so far is he's got a bad limp.
Huh...Long John Silver maybe?
Where the fuck do you get the balls? I am bendin' over backwards tryin' to stay neutral, payin' for fuckin' car seats and you're out there acting like a fuckin' free agent. Don't look at me like I'm a fuckin' jerkoff, 'cuz I'm sick of you leanin' on this cousin thing and that bad hijack like you can do whatever the fuck it is you wanna do 'cuz you went away that night and I didn't!
You're the one who keeps bringin' that up, I'm fine with it. First of all for the record, I had nothin' to do with this.
Don't fuckin' lie to me!!
Even if I was, would you really wanna know, that'd just be another problem for you with Johnny right?
Aight, look, I know you're not earnin' what you expected and you got the twins and Nancy...you're a capable guy. Your mother let it slip one time, you got an IQ of 158.
It's the week you got tested, all the fuckin' nuns were ravin' about it.
I had high hopes when you got out!
Look a guy like you, brains, balls, if you'd fuckin' be straight with me I could use all that.
Aight, we got the casino on Bloomfield Avenue above the hardware store. Carlo's guy was runnin' it but he just got diagnosed with the Hodgkins.
Yeah. Lotta fuckin' money there. And I'll see what I can do about gettin' you straightened out...openin' up the books for you, it's long overdue.
(After Finn has seen Vito performing oral sex on a male security guard in the morning) Badan. Sound like a racehorse pissin' in there.
You know, I never asked you what your last name is.
Finn DeTrolio, my arch nemesis. Enjoyin' yourself here?
I keep tellin' you, you shouldn't work so hard. Long hours. This fuckin' heat. Plus you came in so early today.
I just do what the job is.
Good. You're strong. That helps. You know you can call me Vito.
So say it. Lemme hear you say, "what's up, Vito?"
Not much, Finn. 'Cept I got a little surprise for ya. Two tickets to see your Padres take a beatin' from the Yanks tonight.
Third base line, plus it's bat night.
That's really nice, Vito, but I..I don't know if I can-
Don't pull that aw-shucks shit with me! You're fuckin' goin'! I'll see you under the bat tonight, seven sharp. And I don't like to miss the National Anthem.
So you're just not gonna show up?! You love baseball, what is wrong with you!!!?
I don't like the guy, alright?
Right, I get it. Dr. DeTrolio can't hang with the common folk.
He came onto me alright! Either that, or he wants to kill me.
I saw him blowing some security guard in the parkin' lot.
When? What are you talking about!?
This mornin' I showed up early, I didn't wanna say anythin' but I'm really afraid of this guy.
Vito Spatafore is a married man Finn, I seriously doubt he wants to kill you.
Well maybe he wants to fuck me and then kill me!
Wait a minute, is that why you got out the suitcase.
I am not going back to the site.
Do you have any idea the strings my father pulled to get you that job and you just fuckin' quit! I'm gonna hear so much bullshit!!
So its all about you right?!
Is that all you can say whenever its anythin' to do with my feelin's? So you're going back to Mission Viejo?
Why don't you just admit it!? This whole thing. The fight, this stuff with Vito, it's really about you not wanting to commit!
I'm right here, we fucking live together.
But you got out a suitcase!!
It's my process! Okay? Look you never can tell!!
About anything, the future, I was thinking out loud. Well not out loud, but in the action of getting out the suitcase I was thinking.
No...well yes...but I'm still here...I didn't go.
Right...great...fuck me..there was no abundant intentionality in me getting out the suitcase.
I can leave too you know, my friend Hunter's in Montreal!!!
Do I know!!! With the French roommate guy who was all over your ass the time that we visited, you don't think you keep mentioning him every 24 hours in a minimum.
Because he's thinking of becoming an oral surgeon and you might have had a new friend if you hadn't been so obnoxious to him at the club.
Can we just stop fighting?
You got out a suitcase!!!!
So it's not about us, but suddenly you're talking about options.
Don't paraphrase what I said. I said, this point in our lives is a transition period forced on us by external events, school is over for me and next year for you. These are difficult choices, what you'd rather not have choices...thank god for choices!!
Uh! Stop your bullshit! It's really simple! Are we going to stay together or not!!!?
And then you said, how are we going to keep it together through four years of dental school for you and probably med school for me!
Well, its a good question.
But why ask it now, tonight of all times?!! Are you asleep?!!
You were. And now you're gonna lie like you did about the suitcase!
I did not lie about the suitcase!!
Then what do you call it!?
I don't know, I explained it. Jesus, you should quit the law center, you're like a prosecutor at 4 in the morning. I can't think!!
How can you sleep when we're in the middle of this!!!
In the middle of what?!! All I said was I didn't wanna go back to the job site and maybe I should go home until this thing with Vito blows over.
But you didn't ask me to come. You went right to the closet and got out your suitcase!
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.
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.
