Now what am I supposed ta do?
I know what. They're born that way, right? It's not their fault. Frankly, I think they go about in pity for themselves.
I don't think they see it as a fault.
In your circle, I'm sure you got all kinds of uh, gays, and uh, trans-whatevers of all stripes. But not where I come from.
You personally, how do you feel about homosexuality?
I find it disgusting. Men kissin' men, holdin' hands in the street. Every fuckin' TV show now, they rub your nose in it. Although, that, the lesbian thing with the, uh, Jennifer Beals, it's not bad. She a dyke in real life? I don't give too much of a shit, what people do behind closed doors with the consentin' adults. Although, don't forget, I'm a strict Catholic. I agree with that Senator Sanitorium, says if we let this stuff go too far, pretty soon we'll be fuckin' dogs.
I hear a lot of ambivalence.
This guy that got outed, look, the guys that look for me are askin' fer head. (pause) His head, what the fuck. You know, him and me, we're in the construction business. Now some o' these union old-timers, the contractors, they're not gonna wanna be seen with him. And I'm talkin' huge deals, major fuckin' dollars.
A lot of your circle must have done jail time. They can't be strangers to male-male sexual contact.
Well you get a pass fer that.
Well, what are ya gonna do? There's no women there. Y-y-you're there five, ten years. And just for the record, my, uhh, incarceration was very short term, so I never had any need for any anal-you know.
So this fellow who's been outed, what's he saying?
You think I'm lyin' don't you? About when I was in jail.
I've given you no indication I think you're lying.
What the fuck, I suppose somethin' inside me says God bless, a'salut'. Who gives a shit? I mean, I had a second chance. Why shouldn't he?
Part of your new outlook?
Tall fuckin' order, I'll tell ya that.
Well, you can talk about every day bein' a gift and uh, stoppin' ta smell the roses, but regular life's got a way pickin' away at it. Your house. The shit you own. It drags you down. Your kids. What they want. One bad idea after another. Just tryin' ta work a cell phone menu is enough to make you scream.
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.
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!
(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?
You weren't there for the "grand inquisition" about Vito.
Uh, I knew it. I'm picking the fight.
I was in the back of a butcher shop with your Uncle Paulie, ratting out a guy, I don't really even know. I mean, what do you think's gonna happen to Vito, for being gay? And don't give me any of that "poverty of the Mezzogiorno" bullshit. We're in fucking Caldwell, New Jersey, and you're on your high horse about justice? They are gonna mete it out themselves.
You lost your fuckin' mind? The shit you're in with that kid, which you brought on yourself.
Brought on myself? Oh, I suppose you let a certain element into your world, you're askin' for it.
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.
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.
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!
Sure, we break some balls here tonight, but I go way back. And in light of recent humiliations, it's an honor to be joined by men, and not faggot ass corn-holin' cocksuckers like married my cousin. He should fuckin' die!
Gerry Torciano: Take it easy. Phil, you know the wine makes you emotional.
'Cuz I got an empty fuckin' stomach.
Forty Five minutes for some grilled eggplant?
Jesus Christ. Is there nothin' without this complainin'?
Why you kickin' her ass like that?
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.
She told you that? 'Cuz you two talk all the time...
So maybe you should hire her.
I know how to treat people.
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.
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?
Now? My wife is pregnant. She needs to sleep.
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.
Oh, so she's a little trick, huh? (Artie shoves Benny)
I was gonna cut you in, but now you're actin' stupid.
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)
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)
Benny, can I get you a Martina?
A Martina. It's like a Martini, but it's from Albania.
JFJen Fazio
Hmph. I never heard of it.
Well, apparently, they go down real easy, right Benny?
(staring at Artie) We're gonna look at the menu.
Good enough. (Artie leaves)
Marie Spatafore: (she receives a call and the caller i.d. is "Thad McCone") Hello?
MSMarie Spatafore
Where are you? Who's Thad McCone?
MSMarie Spatafore
Oh, my God! Vito...
Not that. I'm just borrowin' his phone. Listen, Marie, I'm sorry all this had ta happen. I never meant ta hurt you.
MSMarie Spatafore
Come back, Vito. Just come back.
It's a little more complicated than that.
MSMarie Spatafore
Please, Phil said it'll be all right. We could get you help. We could get you psychiatric help.
Phil? I trust him least of all.
MSMarie Spatafore
How can you say that? He's family. He loves you.
Hey, Mrs. Conte. Como esta? How's the hip?
CMrs. Conte
Hey, Anthony. Oh, I need your help.
CMrs. Conte
Those nigger fuckin' whores, they play that music so loud.
Now that's not nice. Now those are Puerto Ricans, Mrs. Conte.
CMrs. Conte
I ask 'em nice ta turn it down. They tell me ta go fuck myself.
Aight. I'll see what I can do.
CMrs. Conte
Thanks. Hey, how's Junior? Tell 'im I said hello.
What can I do for you Phil?
Vito...do we know where he's at?
Well that really doesn't concern you. How's John?
I dunno. Fine, through his vale of tears. But seriously...Vito...what's being done about 'im?
Well, like I just said, it's none of your fuckin' business 'cause he works for me, not you.
He's married to my cousin. He dishonored me personally.
What do you want me ta do...put out an APB on the guy 'cause he takes it up the ass, huh? It's a victimless crime.
Marie is a victim. Her children are victims. They've done nothing. And they're forced to live with the shame and humiliation. I gotta be frank, in your father's day, we wouldn't be havin' this conversation. A finook in his crew, he knew how ta handle that.
I sympathize with Marie, and the children, okay? But don't you fuckin' tell me what to do. You're only actin' boss.
I swallowed my pride when your murderin' fuck of a cousin killed my brother. Don't think I'm gonna do it twice.
Phillip, lets not make a beef where there isn't one. Fundamentally, we are in agreement on this issue, but I'll handle it.
(furious) You stupid fuckin' moron. You realize what could've happened ta you...if we didn't have connections? Some cop goes by the book and they charge you with attempted murder! Your hear me?! Attempted murder! Then what? Then what?
So he shot you! You just gonna let him fuckin' get away with it?!
I told you that's my business, not yours! And what did you do? Nothin'! Zero! A big fuckin' jerkoff!
I oughta break your fuckin' neck! Stop cryin'. Stop cryin'! I guess your heart was in the right place, A.J. But it's wrong. Come on.
No...you don't know me. Aight, you don't know anything about me!
You're a nice guy and that's a good thing for Chrissakes!
I mean it. You're a good guy. I'm very grateful.
Well, you're a fuckin' hypocrite, aight, 'cause every time we watch "Godfather," when Michael Corleone shoots those guys at the restaurant, those assholes who tried ta kill his dad, you sit there with your fucking bowl o' ice cream and you say it's your favorite scene of all time!
Jesus Christ, A.J. I mean, you make me wanna cry. It's a movie. Ya gotta grow up. You're not a kid anymore. You hear me, you...you...you gotta grow up. (A.J. throws up) Get in the car. First of all, your mother does not find out about this.
(on phone) Paulie, it's me. We had a problem down here, the ride...the Teacups...or whatever, a bolt busted. Thing jammed up. Some people got hurt.
Where's the guy who owns it?
He's talkin' ta the cops.
Fine. Fuck it. What'dya want from me?
It's pretty bad Paulie. Lady broke her wrist. Some Puerto Rican kid lost some...some teeth.
Ah...what am I, a fuckin' dentist?
I don't know, I thought you'd wanna...know. Maybe come down or somethin'.
I gotta be up in the mornin'. I got my fuckin' biopsy.
A'right. I...I'll take care of it.
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!
