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Well, I don't like what he did

to my father.

- Jimmy. Hey, what's this?

- Pizza money.

No sh*t? So fast?

Jesus, you're terrific, kid.

- He give you any trouble?

- You kidding?

I said, "Next time my old

man is coming, got it?"

- What did he say?

- He gave me the money.

- Get out.

- I swear.

You said, "The old man is coming,"

and he gave it up?

- I swear.

- No sh*t.

Waiter? Tell this character

to turn his radio off.

What are you telling him for? Tell me.

All right. I'm telling you,

turn it off.

Do you believe this?

This is "Summertime, Summertime. "

The most inventive song of 1958.

Are you going to tell me this song

doesn't go with your shrimp?

You...

You hit my son and...!

Come on. Take it easy. Relax.

You guys keep your mouth shut and mind

your own business about the radio.

Relax. It's lunchtime.

Don't you ever touch me again,

you c*nt.

I'll cut your f***ing lips off,

you cocksucker!

That was a stupid thing, with your

audition coming up, risking a fight.

You could've broken both hands.

- Yeah, I know.

- Why did you do it?

I didn't do it. I just...

You were looking to do it,

you f***ing idiot.

What do you say that for?

Why do you put me down?

This is ridiculous, this music box.

That's for kids.

It's my tape. Do you want me

to go nuts? I have to...

- You are nuts.

- Don't say that.

Who ever heard of anybody playing

"Summertime, Summertime"...

...when it's 15 f***ing

degrees below zero.

How you handling this

Riccamonza thing?

I haven't moved on him yet.

Been practicing. Audition's Friday.

He's badmouthing me. He's telling

everybody how he's stiffing me.

- I'll take care of it.

- When?

- What is it? What is it?

- It's all right. It's all right.

I get dizzy once in a while,

that's all.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- Why? You a surgery expert? Here.

- What's that?

- Your share of the pizza money.

- I don't want it.

- It's $ 1000.

Excuse me. Is Patsy Riccamonza around?

- I don't know.

- Thank you.

- Excuse me, is Patsy Riccamonza around?

- I think he's out by the pool.

Thank you.

Will you page Patsy Riccamonza?

May I have a tea with lemon?

Yes, sir.

Patsy Riccamonza?

I'm calling in reference to a financial

obligation you have to Ben Angellelli.

That's none of your business.

Now look, you cheap, rotten chiseler.

You have every cent of that

$22,000...

...3:
00 tomorrow, the 57th Street Park,

or I'll blow your eyes out, got it?

I understand you got a bad mouth,

fella. You need to close it.

We'll see about that.

You just be there.

- You gonna be back later?

- Yeah.

You be good or I'll break your face.

- He means it.

- I'm tough.

Excuse me.

I got a phone call this morning.

A voice said to come here

and look for a girl on the phone.

She'll be the girl of your dreams.

5'5", dark hair, blue eyes.

She's wearing a dusty rose bikini...

...and her name is Julie.

Well, you made a mistake.

I'm 5'6".

How could I make a mistake

when they're playing our song?

Why not rehearse this somewhere else?

Because I want it from you.

- Want what?

- Love.

Why? Do you love me?

No, I'm in love with a girl

called Carol. I love your...

My what?

Your p*ssy.

How do you know that?

Of all the different kinds of p*ssy...

...soft, hot, gravel, velvet,

cold, wet, big, small...

...there's one I can feel in my blood,

and that's silk, which is yours.

What are you doing?

Are you out of your mind?

I have a sunburn.

You're crazy.

You gonna tell your old man

about this?

What old man?

Patsy.

Who are you?

Jimmy Angellelli. Tell him.

It's nothing against you.

You are silk.

Hey.

What's the matter?

Come on, it's not that bad.

What's the worst that could happen?

Death?

So what?

Everything that ever lived dies.

Think if you were going bald.

That's something to cry about.

Even then, you can get a transplant.

- What's your name?

- Esther.

- No kidding, so is mine!

- It is not.

It's not my real name.

Shirley is my real name.

You should be ashamed,

carrying on like this...

...with a horny kid like me

falling in love with you.

You're putting evil thoughts

in my mind, Esther.

Relax. All I'm gonna do

is slip a finger in.

- Why's your glove up to your elbow?

- My arm's cold. Turn around, bend over.

Bend over and point your toes in.

- Like this?

- In.

Now take a deep breath and hold it.

All right.

- All right! All right!

- All right, all right.

All right!

Here it comes. Okay...

All right.

The golden rule of urology:

If you get an erection, you come.

If you don't get an erection, you walk.

Yeah?

What about heroic fucks?

What's that?

You're ready to come,

but the girl needs more.

She's gonna cry inside

if you shoot it all out...

...so you do your razor-blade

fantasies and hold back.

That's a dumb f***, not a heroic f***.

You're straining your prostrate glands.

Make up your mind.

Whose penis are we talking about here?

Yours or hers?

- Hey, beautiful, where you going?

- To have fun.

- Come with me and have some more fun.

- You're sure of yourself, aren't you?

That's right.

You're in the way of traffic.

Hey! Looking good.

I got it.

- Where is it?

- Where's what?

The $22,000 your man lost.

I don't know nothing about no 22,000

nothing, but we got us a message.

Patsy didn't care

for your tone of voice.

He don't want you bothering him again.

Maybe if I shot you two douche bags

he'd reconsider.

You gonna shoot us with your radio?

- Hey, you wear shoes.

- Yeah.

- I'm surprised.

- Hey, officer!

- What?

- Your loss.

We're standing here, bothering nobody.

This maniac starts threatening us.

- Get out of here!

- Blow off our legs.

And he's flashing illegal gambling.

In his hand, look.

Is this your handwriting?

Is this your handwriting?

- Yeah.

- Come on. What's your name?

- Jimmy Angellelli.

- Let's move.

- What's yours?

- What do you mean, "What's mine?"

Officer Morris Levy. That's mine.

You're a Levite?

So am I. We're brothers.

- With a name like Angellelli?

- My mother's a Levine.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- My mother's maiden name is DeLucci.

- Really?

DeLucci, Angellelli.

Levy, Levine.

We're brothers. We're twins.

Look, I wear a chai

on my Saint Christopher's medal.

- That's no excuse for this.

- Forget it, it's nothing.

You shouldn't waste your time

with law enforcement.

You're a sensitive guy.

Look at your eyes.

You should be out listening

to Shostakovich and The Drifters.

It'll keep you sane.

I'm not worried about my sanity.

Let's go.

You're lucky.

You're not gonna arrest me.

I got to. You're in...

- I have an audition tomorrow!

- What audition?

- For a recital at Carnegie Hall.

- What recital?

I'm a pianist. It's with Arthur Fox,

the biggest impresario in New York.

Today is the day before the most

important day of my life.

Then what were you doing

collecting this gambling sh*t for?

I don't know.

It's just not that easy...

It's just not that easy to explain.

Swear to God, I'll never do it again.

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