Fingers Page #3

Come on, give me a break.

The Arabs want to bury us.

The French want to bury us.

Everybody wants to bury us.

We gotta take care of each other.

I know you're not gonna

do this to me.

Three guys are in the desert,

an Italian, Irishman and Polack.

The Italian has gorgonzola,

the mick has a beer...

...and the Polack is carrying

a car door.

So they run into an Arab...

Why don't you shut your ass

and go to sleep.

- Who's talking to you, a**hole?

- I'm talking to you, sucker.

All you're doing is sitting

in your dry piss.

- Who's piss?

- I don't see anybody else.

What about me? You don't see me?

You a human being?

You're a f***ing animal.

I'll kick your wop ass,

you'll see me.

You couldn't kick my sister's ass,

and she's in a wheelchair in Daytona.

- You got a sister in Daytona?

- You want to make something of it?

- No, I got a sister in Daytona too.

- Yeah? No sh*t.

You bet your Jew ass I do.

I'm not a Jew, you motherf***er!

- Listen!

- F***ing a**hole!

Instead of talking philosophy...

...why don't you let me sing

some Bach, all right?

- You a vocalist?

- Pianist. Listen.

Appear in court March 10th.

Six months is the most

you could get...

...and they'll probably drop it.

- I'll pay you back tomorrow.

- Your dad already took care of it.

- May I use your phone?

- No.

Hello?

Hello?!

Bravo.

Jimmy Angellelli.

Okay.

Mr. Fox, Mr. Angellelli.

- Jimmy.

- Mr. Fox.

Last I saw you,

you came up to my tie.

- I'm still short for my age.

- Tall enough, and very handsome.

- Now all I have to do is play well.

- You will. I have a good feeling.

- How's your mother?

- Fine, thank you.

- You're doing a toccata?

- Yes.

- Do you mind starting with a fugue?

- Fine.

- Would you like to begin again?

- Yes.

I tell you, Jimmy, why don't you

call me when you're ready.

I am ready.

I can play this piece.

Excuse me. I play it all the time.

Perfectly.

I don't understand it.

Something's happening to me.

I play this piece better

than anybody alive, Mr. Fox.

I'm sorry.

Hi, Ma.

How are you feeling?

- Listen, I...

- I don't want to hear it.

What?

Whatever it is you plan

to hurt me with.

- I'm not going to hurt you, Mom. I...

- Don't I get a kiss?

- Mom, listen...

- You call that a kiss?

Tell me.

I had that audition

with Arthur Fox today.

It didn't work out.

I'm sorry.

It's just too late.

I can play anything when I'm alone,

but when there are people...

I can't seem to relax.

My hands don't work right.

My mind starts interfering.

Can you understand that, Ma?

Ma?

Ma.

Don't...

I can't see you now.

You can't see me now?

I told you...

All right.

I can't.

I f***ing need you to want me.

If you don't want me, I just...

I f***ing can't do anything.

You wearing a diaphragm?

- Yeah.

- Take it out.

- I can't.

- Take it out.

- I can't.

- Take it out.

Take it out.

Take it out.

Yes!

Damn it, now!

Bad dream?

What?

- What are you doing?

- I have to go out.

- I want you to stay.

- I can't.

- Don't you understand?

- Understand what?

What's here.

Just what's there between us.

You know.

Why are you doing this?

I'm not doing anything.

I just want you to leave.

Why the f*** are you doing this?

Do you have an old man?

- What about the baby we just made?

- What do you wanna do with it?

You can't come with me.

- Carol just walked in with someone.

- Oh, yeah?

She's pretty. I didn't know

she looked like that.

- You're about 12 hours late, ain't you?

- Do you want me to leave?

If I wanted you to leave,

I'd tell you.

You girls wait up here.

Who's your buddy?

Jimmy.

Why's he looking at me like that?

I saw you fight Franky Delcenzo

when I was 10.

Women used to come just to see him

with his shirt off.

I wouldn't know about that, dude.

A lot of guys came too.

He used to lay back.

You see, like... Just like that.

When a guy moved in on him

to put him away... Forget about it.

- I like your combination.

- Yeah?

Well, I like your girlfriend.

She must like you too, dude.

- But she only likes me, she loves you.

- Shut up.

- Who you smiling at, my man?

- Carol. You.

You invite him down here?

Then why is he here?

I don't know.

Tell you what, dude.

You're down here, right?

So you must like to party, right?

Ain't nobody come into my club

that don't likes to party.

I'm gonna do a thing for you.

I got a sweet little girl

up at the Pierre Hotel.

I mean she's smart, and she is fine.

She's got a tight, little, sweet ass.

A motherf***er, a freak.

I mean, like, everybody's a freak,

right?

Because she's a real freak.

She enjoys her sh*t.

I ain't even touched her myself.

I met her last night at a dance.

She did a thing on me with her eyes.

I just knew.

I mean, I could tell.

You understand that? Huh?

See, you're the motherf***er

that she'd really like.

Know how I know?

The cat she was with, her boyfriend,

I mean, he looked just like you.

But he wasn't as cute as you, dude.

Can you dig it?

Anyway, she's alone this morning.

So why don't you come on and go up

with Carol and me. If you want to.

Are you going?

Excuse me, Dreems.

Butch is here to see you.

You love me? Huh?

You love me? I'm your daddy?

What you going to do, dude?

Hi, baby, how you doing?

- All right.

- Good.

Did you expect me to come

without no surprises?

I was hoping you'd come alone.

Hey, we are alone. Whenever

we're together, baby, we're alone.

I'd like you to meet a friend of mine.

Best friend in the world.

Carol, this is Christa.

- Hi, Carol.

- Hi, Christa.

Ain't she beautiful, baby?

- Yeah, she is.

- Yeah, she is. She's from Minnesota.

She rides horses and owns a boutique.

- You made that dress? It's very pretty.

- Thank you.

- This is my main man, Jimmy.

- Hi, Jimmy.

You ever seen two finer ladies

in one room before in your life?

Loosen up, my man,

we're gonna party.

Hey, baby, why don't you go

and bring him over.

I mean, like, he's your friend, right?

I mean, you brought him to my club.

She seems upset.

Don't worry about it, she's all right.

How about you?

Yeah? Good.

You see, because...

...I ain't going to do

nothing with you...

...or to you.

It's not for you, baby.

You're gonna become silky...

Hey, dude, can't get your thing

together?

It's cool, my man. Same thing

happened to me, you know?

See, any motherf***er tell you that...

...in certain situations his dick

ain't worth a sh*t, is telling you lies.

So you better get yourself together,

my man.

Come here, baby.

Oh, I like that.

Kiss her.

So sweet.

Kiss her for your daddy.

Kiss her for your daddy.

It's okay, baby, kiss her.

Come on, baby. Come on.

Kiss her for your daddy.

Just touch it. Just touch it.

That's it.

Hey. She doesn't want to, Dreems.

- Are you all right?

- I'm okay.

Don't you ever cross me.

We better get out of here, Dreems.

- Where have you been?

- How are you, Pop?

I've been running around like a rat

in a crazy box looking for you.

I was out.

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