Jersey Boys Page #2

Look. He's chomping at the bit.

What's a matter with you? Sit.

There's a couple things you gotta know first.

I don't have time for this sh*t.

There's two types of women.

There's Type A and Type B.

Type A:
They're real easy. They jump

right into bed with you. Boom, boom, boom.

Then later on, they break your balls.

Then there's Type B.

Ask Nicky about Type B.

Tell him about Type B.

You gotta wine them, dine them.

- Then what do they do?

- Break your balls.

They bust-a the balls.

- I don't get it.

You don't get it.

You see this face? He don't get it.

Don't worry. You will.

- You want the car? Huh?

- Yeah.

Yeah? Look at him. He's going for it.

What do you wanna do? Gosh!

- Oh, Frankie. Oh, Frankie.

- Oh.

What's a matter? Come on, you wanna fight?

You wanna go, big man with the ladies?

- Come here. Let's go. Like this.

- Come on, Tommy.

Like this. Like this.

He's hooking. He's hooking.

- What happened?

- Don't do that. Don't hit me, man.

- Oh, there he is.

Don't do that. Don't hit me.

He took a swing. Ha-ha-ha.

- All right. He's a slugger.

Come on, man.

- Let go of me!

- Eh. Eh!

Listen to me, all right?

Come on, little brother.

I ain't your little brother.

Frankie. Calm down.

This kid takes everything so serious.

You want the car? Take the car.

Here. It's on me. Here.

You have the car. All right?

Enjoy yourself.

Enjoy the little porcelain doll. All right?

So where you wanna go?

I don't know. Where do you wanna go?

Mexico?

Hey, Frankie.

- Hey, Officer Mike.

Detectives would like to

have a word with you.

That jog your memory?

You're underage.

Hanging around the jewelry store.

You give the officer some bullshit

about doing a Romeo act.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Aah!

Tommy and his brother already

gave you up, numbnuts.

Yeah, bullshit.

All right, a**hole. Have it your way.

Come on.

How old are you?

Uh, 16, Your Honor.

Your Honor, please, the kid

didn't know what he was doing.

I conned him into it.

I'm letting you off with a warning.

I suggest you get yourself

a new set of friends.

If I see you back in my courtroom again

you're going away.

Now get out of here.

Frankie, sing good, huh?

Frankie. You're the devil.

You know that, Tommy?

Oh, holier than art thou.

Just stay away from my son. Okay?

You stay away from my son, Tommy.

Eanh angel

As for you, let's see. "Gaetano DeVito.

Breaking and entering,

possession of stolen property.

Possession of stolen property,

breaking and entering.

Possession of a forged document,

breaking and entering.

Illegal gaming."

That's quite a rsum.

Thank you, Your Honor.

So the kid's a singer?

He's a good singer.

And he's getting better every day.

Then he ought to be great

by the time you get out. Six months.

- Teach him.

Yeah, okay.

And watch him. Anything happens

to Frankie, you got a problem with me.

So it's back to the joint. Rahway Correctional.

They got a revolving door on this place.

Somebody from the neighborhood's

always inside.

Welcome back, Tommy.

You get a promotion?

- Yeah.

- How's life?

Not too bad.

- Yourself?

- All right.

You're looking good.

Who's the new guy?

Nicky.

For God's sakes, I thought

we were going to the movies.

Relax, will you?

But I wanna see The Blob.

Two minutes. Sit down. Read the Bible.

Improve your mind.

Frankie, come on.

Ooh.

Nicky!

- Okay, you remember the words?

- Yeah, yeah.

Now don't push.

A little more from the inside.

I want a

Sunday kind 01' have

A love to last past Saturday night

I'm glad to know

It's more than love at first sight

I want a Sunday kind oi have

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

4 m:
my Sunday dreaming

4 ck:
my Sunday dreaming

- And all my Sunday scheming

- And all my Sunday scheming

Every minute

Every minute

- Every hour

- Every hour

451m day

Every day

- I'm hoping to discover

- I'm hoping to discover

- A certain kind of lover

- A certain kind of lover

Oh, yeah

There.

I told you it wasn't no vision.

Hey, Nicky. Frankie.

- Hey, Stanley. Sister, looking good.

What, you breaking into a church?

- You're on parole, for chrissake.

- Come on, Stanley.

Gimme your hands.

- I guess this means good night.

At least I'll know where

your hands are gonna be.

- Need some help there, Stanley?

- You take him, you gotta take me too.

- Aren't you supposed to be home?

- Don't bend the suit. It's imported.

Work on that B flat, Frankie.

Chest voice.

And do your exercises.

Stanley, take it easy.

We're walking out of a church.

Let's get out of here.

- Hey, easy.

Come on. Out. Out.

Hey, princess.

Hey, Tommooch.

Mathew.

So as I'm getting out, Nick is going in.

And the Variety Trio is now a single.

Ain't gotta be no Einstein to see

there ain't no future for me as a single.

So I make an executive decision.

I put Frankie in the band.

Hey, Greg. How are you?

My arms need someone to enfold

To keep me warm when

Mondays are cold

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Hey. Cool your coglioni. I'm listening.

Look at that son of a b*tch over there.

- Where?

- That guy. The big guy. Hitting on my girl.

That's not your girl.

She will be as soon as she meets me.

That's Mary Delgado. She'll eat you alive.

They'll send you home in an envelope.

Come on, Tommy. I'm in love.

I want a Sunday

Kind of love

Thank you very much, ladies and

gentlemen. We hope you enjoyed the evening.

Special night having you here

and drink up.

And then, get lost.

We got a second show at 10.

Come on. Can you introduce me now,

or what?

Do me a favor. 'Stu cazzo in the red tie?

Get rid of him.

- Okay, friend. It's your bedtime.

- Who are you?

I'm Mother Goose.

Mary.

Hey, Tommooch.

Mr. Subtle, huh?

And you didn't even bat an eye.

Frankie, this is Mary Delgado.

Mary Delgado, this is Frankie Vally.

Hi.

How are you?

All right. Slow down, okay?

The kid's barely legal.

Since when do you care about legal?

Hey, come here. Come on.

Listen to me.

This is Type A, you understand? Type A.

- Yeah, yeah. I got it.

- This is a hit-and-run.

Yeah, yeah. I'm fine, man.

Have a good time.

You know, that's a nice color for you.

- You should always wear that.

- Thanks for the fashion tip.

So, what do you say we get out of here?

So this is a pretty nice place, huh?

- Yeah.

They don't sell slices.

That's how you can tell.

- So that's your real name? Vally?

- No.

Castelluccio. Francis Castelluccio.

Kind of long for a marquee.

- That's why I changed it. Vally. V-A-L-L-Y.

- No.

- How come?

Because "Y" is a bullshit letter.

It doesn't know what it is. Is it a vowel?

Is it a consonant?

Never thought about it.

Plus which, you're Italian.

You gotta end in a vowel.

Delgad-O. Castellucci-O.

Pizz-A.

Valli with an "I." It says "This is who I am.

You don't like it, go f*** yourself."

Ah.

That's a very unusual fragrance.

I never smelled that before.

What do you call it?

Soap.

Tommy warned me about you.

Yeah? What'd he say?

- He said I couldn't handle you.

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