Nicotina Page #5

-23, 241.

-Name?

-Joaquin Lopez.

-Message, please.

Joaco...

Why don't you come down and

put that plant you know where.

The door's open,

don't be long...

-Andrea.

-Andrea?

Yes, Andrea.

l'm ltalian.

-Thank you.

-Good evening.

But who the f***...?

Andrea, how couId you?

I'II kiII you. Son of a b*tch!

I'II kiII you...

Hey, take it easy, calm down!

lt was her fault,

she left the door open for me!

-What do you mean?

-Tell him! Tell him!

You crazy f***ing b*tch!

That's what...

l come courting you,

and you screwing around with...

Five guys, Carlos.

First and Second Violins,

Oboe, Trombone...

and the conductor himself!

You're a whore!

-Whore?

-Yeah!

Get out!

Get out of here

and never come back!

Get out!

Hey, Godinez...

-You gotta smoke?

-No, sir.

That was close...

You see?

You could've kept smoking.

-Tono?

-Yeah, who's this?

-lt's Goyo.

-Goyo?

-How you doing, Tono?

-lt's a little late...

-Yes, l'm sorry about that...

-What? What happened?

l just wanted to say,

if it's not too much trouble...

-Well, spit it out!

-Tono, you're such hot sh*t...

look after your sister.

-What are you talking about?

-Good luck.

Goyo?

F***ing crazy night.

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