Summer of Sam Page #12

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- I am your f***in' friend.

- You're not my friend.

I made a f***in' mistake. I'm sorry.

What do I do? Bobby the fairy says

you're a nude dancer at a fag club.

What am I supposed to do with that?

- What?

- Bobby says you're a f***in' fag dancer.

Bobby the fag don't know sh*t, OK?

Cos he's a homo, now I'm one?

I don't know. You tell me.

Are you suckin' dick?

Is that what you do there?

First you think I'm the f***in' Son of Sam.

Now I'm a f***in' homo.

I can't believe this.

You lost all faith in me?

I don't know you, Ritchie.

I don't know who you f***in' are.

I don't know you, man.

I don't know you, you f***.

- F*** you!

- Let's go, Ritchie!

- You're gonna need me, Ritchie.

- Don't do me any favours, a**hole.

- Ruby, come here!

- He's a f***in' prick.

Ruby, could you talk to him?

- What the f*** did you do?

- Let me talk to you.

Ruby.

Go f***in' home, Vinny!

You always start f***in' trouble.

Motherf***er.

Those are the freakiest f***in' people

I've ever seen in my life.

F***in' filthy.

I could take f***in' ten showers,

I'd still feel dirty.

We didn't f***in' see him, though, Joe.

Get outta the way. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

F***in' watch where you're goin',

you f***in' freak.

F*** you, Guido!

- What'd you say?

- F*** you, Guido!

All right, man, you're drunk.

So we're gonna give you

one more chance.

Who's your favourite baseball team?

Boston Red Sox.

Motherf***er.

Here he comes, Joe!

Come here, you son of a b*tch!

Come here!

Boston Red Sox!

Go back to Fenway,

you Beantown cocksucker!

- Come on, let's go home.

- I ruined my f***in' pants!

Who does this look like?

- It looks like a young Dean Martin.

- Dean Martin.

This looks like that guy

on the Grand Concourse - Matty.

- Come on. You're not serious.

- Yeah, I'm serious.

- Reno!

- Yo.

Matty on the Grand Concourse.

Bring him here. I wanna talk to him.

I'm on my way.

Nah, it doesn't look like him.

It doesn't look like him at all.

What do you mean,

it doesn't look like him?

Vin, if you can't see what's happening,

then you're as brainwashed as Ruby is.

- What do you mean, I'm brainwashed?

- Look what he's doin' to her.

He's f***in' Ruby...

...while people are there

and f***in' filming it.

I mean, would you do that to Dionna?

Would you f*** your wife in a porn film?

Your wife, not mine.

Ruby's goin' along with it, but you don't

think he's got some spell over her?

He's turnin' her into a f***in' porn star.

Come here.

Now you tell me...

...if that doesn't look like Ritchie.

- Holy sh*t! Let me see that.

- Son of Sam.

- Wake up, Vinny.

- Oh, sh*t!

Hey, Vinny, where the hell you been?

- Traffic was crazy. I'm sorry, baby.

- You don't call.

- You're three hours late.

- Traffic was terrible.

- Come on, sexy. Let's go.

- No, Dee, stay right where you are.

- Let her go. I gotta cut her hair.

- You'll cut her hair.

- Dee, come here. I gotta cut your hair.

- Stay where you are.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Just crazy things goin' on.

- Move, Gloria.

- What are you shovin' me for?

Who's next?

- Vinny, pull yourself together.

- See the Yankees play last night?

- Reggie Jackson, he's a god, huh?

- Vinny, get in the bathroom...

I always loved this fat f***.

Take some Listerine. Pull yourself

together for these customers.

This is a business here. You respect it.

- I'm going through a tough time now.

- Yes, all right.

Go pull yourself together, then

we'll deal with the customers, all right?

- Dee, come here. I'm ready for you.

- He'll be with you in a minute.

Did you hear a word I just said?

- I don't feel like...

- I said pull yourself the f*** together.

Gloria, if it wasn't for me,

you wouldn't have this great place.

Oh, what is that supposed to mean?

Cos I brought all these customers.

- You came here because of me.

- Excuse us. I'm very sorry.

Don't f***in' lie. If it wasn't for me,

none of you would be here.

This place was a piece of sh*t

before I came here!

Hey, watch your f***in' mouth!

- This is a business

- Here, Gloria.

Here, Gloria. Take that.

F*** you and f*** this place!

Get the f*** out of here!

Get out of my shop!

F***in' sh*t place! F*** you and

your customers, you piece of sh*t!

- F*** me, Vinny? I'm gonna f*** you!

- F***in' keys.

Forgot to lock the door, you stupid b*tch.

Just talk to yourselves, OK?

Who took my f***in' keys?

There they are.

My glasses. You son of a b*tches.

("Don't Leave Me This Way"

by Thelma Houston)

What the f*** are you doin'?

What are you doin', baby? Oh, come on.

You're not gonna f***in' leave me.

Come on, baby.

Come on. I'm sorry about Gloria, OK?

I'm f***in' so sorry about that sh*t.

It wasn't even f***in' worth it.

All this time I kept my eyes closed...

...and I even made myself think

that maybe it just happened once.

- And then I gotta hear it from Gloria?

- Dionna, I quit.

I quit the f***in' shop.

The whole thing is over.

This is a new Vinny.

Do you understand what I'm tellin' you?

How many other women did you f***

at the salon besides Gloria?

I'm never gonna cheat again.

I'm gonna see a f***in' priest.

I'm gonna f***in' see a psychiatrist.

I'll get f***in' help.

- Cos I know I'm sick, baby. F***in' sick.

- How many!

Was one of them named Sheri?

Come on. I made that up for you, baby.

I made that up for you.

There was no f***in' Sheri.

Don't f***in' leave me now.

Let's work this sh*t out.

You and I can make this sh*t happen.

- Come on.

- What about Plato's Retreat?

My heart is full of love

and desire for you

OK, you're right about that.

You're right about that.

I'm sorry what I made you do there,

OK?

You're sorry about what

you made me do. What I did.

You're not sorry what you did to me.

You're not sorry that I trusted you,

and you used me.

I am sorry. But, baby, I'm not me, OK?

I'm f***in' going through a lot of sh*t

right now, all right?

He's f***in'... He's in a cult.

Ritchie's in a cult.

He's brainwashed me.

I don't even know

who the f*** I am lately.

The sh*t I'm doing right now is not me.

I'm not responsible for it.

Oh, come on!

Come on! You're blaming Ritchie

for what you're doing?

Come on!

You know what? They f***in' think he's

the f***in' killer, he's the Son of Sam.

- That's what I gotta f***in' deal with...

- Vinny, stop it!

What does that have to do

with you f***ing other women?

Come on! I am not stupid!

I never said you were stupid.

I'm telling you that I love you.

You can't f***in' leave me over this.

We're husband and wife.

We had two f***in' great years. You can't

throw that out for this piece of sh*t!

- What big-mouth Gloria says to you!

- Wanna see?

I'm gonna throw it all out.

Out the window,

just like you threw it out...

...when you stuck your dick

into some other woman!

- Throw it all out! I don't give a sh*t!

- F*** you!

Cos only your good lovin'

Can set me free...

Baby, look what I got for you.

F***in' flowers.

That's what I came here with.

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