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Whatever I say?

Whatever I say.

I say

you're a dirt bag.

That's what I say.

What do you say?

- I say you're right.

- You're right I'm right.

Say, aren't you here

to get down on your knees

and suck my dick?

Is that right?

I'm just kidding.

Not really.

I'm here because you and I,

we got mutual friends.

And out of respect for those friends,

I've come here to apologize.

So there you go.

There you go.

Okay, pretty boy. One...

We don't have mutual friends.

You, you're just a wannabe

punk for Salvatore Vitaglia.

You don't got your button,

so quit pretending.

Not yet.

Not... Not yet?

I think I heard the sound of a

little piece of sh*t talking to me

without a sincere apology.

Sincere... You hear

a sincere apology, Joe?

This is Joe.

Joe don't talk much,

except with his eyeballs.

What his eyeballs say,

blow your mind.

You ever have your mind blown, Nick?

Ever?

Look, Tony, I come here to

apologize to you. All right?

What else do you want from me?

You know,

I like cocaine very much.

I like ladies with big tits

rubbing them all in my face.

I like Italian cars.

I like Irish whiskey.

I like things all men like

but are afraid to admit to

their girlfriend or their wife

for fear she'll make

him sleep on the couch.

I like the couch.

It's relaxing.

I don't need a man cave

in the basement

with flat screen TV,

video game,

hiding out like

some f***ing mouse.

I don't need a f***ing man cave

because the whole f***ing world,

that's my man cave.

You have a man cave, Nick?

No.

Nick, come here.

Come on, come on.

Just come on.

I want you to tell me

what you think of me.

The truth. You seem like a guy

who tells the truth. Come on.

Come on, Nick. Blow my mind.

The truth?

I think...

I think today if you're

rich and you're Italian,

that makes you a gangster.

Like on some TV show.

What?

You mean, I'm a TV show?

I'm a TV show?

I'm a TV show?

Apologize for insulting me,

you f***ing a**hole!

Mr. Matazano, I am sincerely

sorry for acting so out of line.

I meant you no disrespect.

Please accept my

sincerest apology.

Get out of here. Go on.

You tell that dipshit

mongoloid cousin of yours,

if he fucks with my daughter again,

I'll rip his f***ing throat out.

You... Hey! I f***ing

saw that, cocksucker!

All right, let's go! Let's go!

Start the f***ing car, George!

- Come on, George!

- What?

We gotta f***ing go!

What the f*** is

the matter with you?

They're right behind me. Can we go?

- Who them? Man, I'm f***ing...

- Drive the f***ing car! Do your f***ing job!

When you f***ing bug out...

F*** you!

Why are we stopped?

Swear to God, George.

Why are we f***ing stopped?

You know, Nicky,

you're the only guy I know

who goes into a titty bar

to suck a f***ing cock.

What? You think that

I wanted to go do that?

I had to, all right?

You didn't have to.

You f***ing chose to.

Look, you wanna be

a part of that whole thing

and eat a plate of sh*t every time

these guys f***ing serve it up to you?

Go right ahead.

Just don't expect me to be sitting there

with a fork and knife next to you.

And I'll tell

you another thing.

If that f*** crosses me again,

- I'll f***ing bury him.

- All right, all right, all right.

- F***ing apple face.

- All right, all right.

Look, I know. All right?

But don't worry about it.

Sal's gonna make...

Sal's gonna what?

Is that your new mantra?

"Sal's gonna"?

You know, I don't gotta join a

club to know who my friends are.

It's not about

f***ing friends.

It's about business.

All right?

No, it's about

business with me.

With you, who knows

what the f*** it's about?

You got all these f***ing big ideas.

You know what I got?

I got little ideas.

And they keep me

fed and not dead.

Can you please get me

the f*** out of here?

Hey.

Ali here?

What can I get for you?

Let me get a whiskey sour.

$6.

Keep the change.

You Ali?

Who's asking?

I'm Nick.

Okay. What's up?

I heard from your father there was

some kind of problem with my cousin

at the hair salon you

were at the other day.

I'm here to apologize for him.

You're apologizing for him?

Well, I don't have

a problem with you.

It's your little sh*t cousin

that called me a c*nt.

And who cares, anyway?

I care.

The person I

work for, he cares.

It was an insult to

you and to your father.

I'd like to try

to make amends.

My father's insultable.

What are these?

They're for you.

They're flowers.

What am I

supposed to do with them?

I don't know.

Put them in water.

Wait. Look. Okay.

I know there are

better flowers.

Oh, really?

Why didn't you bring them, then?

Next time.

Next time.

What was your name again?

Nick. Nick Tortano.

Okay, Niccolo.

You go back and you tell your

boss that everything's fine.

You'll live to

see another day.

Whoa, whoa... Just...

Hang on. Hang on.

You gotta let me

do this the right way.

Miss Matazano,

I am sincerely sorry my cousin was

acting so disrespectful and out of line.

It was

completely inappropriate.

I hope you can accept

my sincerest apology.

Okay.

Thank you.

That was really nice.

And thank you for the flowers.

Hey.

You wanna go out with me?

Not in a million years.

What's up, brother?

I thought you

were coming alone.

You gonna bust my balls?

I'm not allowed to have

a friend in the world?

It's me. Let me in, Victor.

All right, come in.

F***ing a**hole.

Victor, you know Nick? No?

Yeah, yeah,

we met a couple of times.

- How you been?

- Good.

Yeah?

You wanna line of coke?

No, thanks, I'm good.

Are you sure?

This sh*t's cut

with creatine, man. It's fire.

Well, if you don't mind,

I'm gonna do a line.

Ooh.

Hey, Victor, where's Blackie?

He don't live with you no more?

What was that? Huh?

I said, where's Blackie?

He don't live with you no more?

No, no. Not since

he got sent upstate.

It's all right, though.

He's too into himself,

you know what I mean?

A real narcissist.

I can't be surrounding myself

with people like that anymore.

F***! Where are my manners?

Do you guys want a beverage or something?

I'm good, I'm good. Thanks.

But Blackie, you should've

seen him when he got arrested.

The f***ing guy started

crying like a little b*tch.

F***ing idiot.

Now, he's in the union.

F***ing union job.

Who wouldn't want a union job?

Like I don't want a union job?

I'd love a union job.

Making 1,800 a week.

I'd never f*** that up.

He's full of it.

Always talking big talk.

I f***ing... I never understand

guys like that, you know?

They go on and on and on

about nothing at all.

It's crazy.

He's in the union.

Sh*t don't make no sense.

What am I doing?

It's all good, right?

Of course it's good.

Of course this sh*t's good.

I know it's all here.

I'll be right back.

You know what else?

Like, what's he thinking?

The cops ain't gonna f***ing bust him

'cause he's banging hammers

and pounding nails and f***ing running

wires on the weekends?

F***ing crazy.

Like,

"Oh, I got a W-2, Officer.

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