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(male) in the Czech republic too, we love pork. Ever had our sausages? In the Czech republic too, we love pork. You ever had our sausages? Adriana? (Male) in the Czech republic too, we love pork. Ever had our sausages? Emil kolar. Help you? Salami sub, hold the mayo. We're out of mayo. Change my meat to black forest. You killed me. What do you want me to do about it now? I want to tell you. Tell me what? You come here every night. You fucked up. What do you mean? Here's these. Where did you find them? One in the table, three in my skull. You will have our sausages. Get rid of these. Let go of me! Let go! |
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Mamma livia, come sta, darling. Listen to him with that "my darling". I am nobody's darling. This one here, she never disappoints you. Are you still seeing your other women, lorenzo? C'mon, ma, let's mingle. Sorry, the older she gets, the worse she gets. Ah, listen, I heard some disturbing shit last night and I wanted to talk to you about it. But with the rehearsal dinner-- yeah. There's the priest, I'll be right back. Go ahead. Yeah! Federal indictments? Yeah. Where the fuck'd you get this? I got a guy who owes me. He's got a goomar who works at FBI headquarters as a word processor. When's it coming down? I don't know. When she knows she'll tell me. Indictments, what the fuck you talking about? Are you sure about this? It's not my source in jersey. Half of New York moved to Fort Lauderdale already. Fuck. They're gonna want my ass. Why? What do you mean "why"? I'm O.C. When'd you get your fucking wings? I didn't. Not yet anyway. Uncle jun' you got anything you want to say about this? You guys see indictments under your bed at night. Right away you're ready to lam it. As far as I'm concerned it's just speculation. Rumor. Better be safe than sorry, no? I say we duck for a while. What are we gonna do? Close shop? We can't do that. Tony, what do you think? What the fuck you asking him for? I just gave you the answer. Junior's right, we go on the lam now, it's open season. Fucking Albanians will be living in our houses. Fuck. I just gave a g-note to Larry Boy's kid for the boost. If I knew I may have to lam in a hurry, I would have duked her another time. Turn it upside down, love to hear percussion, love to hear it, love to hear it, love to hear it I agree with my uncle. He calls the shots, we do it. Maybe for today... For right now, you were thinkin', uncle jun' everybody should do a little spring cleaning. That was my next comment. Across the sea, it lingers there to touch your hair, and walk with me, all summer long, we sang a song, and strolled the golden sand, two sweethearts in the summer wind, like painted kites... |
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Think they're gonna come over the weekend? They're coming some day. Where's the rest of the money? It's everywhere. Go get it. What else? Your phone numbers. Anybody who's anybody is in my head. What's the matter? Nothing. Here we go. Why now? Why the fuck now? Just when things were going good. Boot your computer, the cops are coming. So? You want them to see all that porno you downloaded? Shit. You better give me your jewelry. Jesus. Hey, they know we can't produce receipts. You want them stealing the shit from us? I'm not giving you my engagement ring. This isn't stolen. Is it? No. What do you think I am? C'mon, give me that. |
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(Phone) what? Get down here right away, we're exterminating. I'm kind of busy now. And get some shfooyadell and cannolis and shit for the guys. |
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Yeah. Twenty-nine. Here you go, big guy. Hey, gino. What can I get you? Give me some-- whoa, whoa, number 34 right here. He was in line. He just went out to go get gas in his car. So I could go out, fuck your sister, come back Saturday, I go to the front of the line? I said he could. Hey pop'n fresh, I'm in no fuckin' mood today! I'm next, now get a fuckin' pastry box. Gino, what can I get you? Oh! That's alright, dougie, let him go first. He don't make the rules here. Let me have two Neapolitan loaves. You touch a single fuckin' crust, you're gonna wish you took that job at McDonald's. Fuck you. Okay, take a walk. My bread. Come back in ten minutes. What the fuck do you think you're doing? C'mon. Get up. I'm not gonna hurt you. What is it? What is it? Do I look like a pussy to you? No. I'm serious, be honest, I won't get mad. No. No. So why the fuck would you give me a hard time and talk to me like i'm nothing to worry about? I'm sorry. Get a pastry box. Move it! That's better. Now fill it with cannoli, shfooyadell and napoleons. Move it! Good. Give me the box. C'mon. Next time you see my face... Show some respect. I will. You motherfucker! You shot my foot! It happens. You fucking asshole! |
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If I'm getting an invitation to the dance, I wish the feds would hurry the fuck up about it. You heard what they're saying on the news. The way things are working, it's gonna be Junior's party. That was a far-thinking plan you had there. I called you last Christmas. Fuck this! Hey the shfooyadell! What's wrong with you? What are you doing? You brought up in a barn, or what? What's the matter with you? This is no time to go on the rag, Christopher. Not with the indictment shit coming down. Take georgie, go in the bathroom, sweep for bugs, okay? C'mon. I hope they'll be alright. Who? The guys. What about me? You'll be alright. They didn't mention your name on television. Fucking amazing though, huh? You know what, that news guy, he said the words brendan filone, I'm telling you, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I knew the guy. Made him look like john fuckin' gotti. I brought him around here. Tony wouldn't have ever known him if it wasn't for me. I had no idea. |
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(Horn honking) (knocking) who is it? I'm sleeping. Carmela. Oh, c'mon in. I just said that in case you were that snootty-ass Mrs. Ryan down the hall. She is so shanty Irish, with all her heirs-- c'mon get dressed, I'm taking you to brunch. What? What? You heard me, get dressed. What's wrong, tell me? Nothing's wrong, ma. Why does something have to be wrong? Is it meadow? She eats like a bird. Everything is fine, ma, relax. Nothing is wrong. But you come here unannounced and I shouldn't wonder if something's wrong? Jeez, I'm sorry. It's a nice day, I thought I would take you out. I don't want to go out. Is it Anthony? Those indictments. His father could take it in stride, but he can't. I don't believe you. C'mon, ma, will you get dressed? We just went to a wedding. That was a big "to-do". This way, you and me, we get to spend some quality time. Ma, "the manor" is gonna stop serving lunch any minute. Did he cheat on you again? I try to do something nice. I come here to take you out, right away you think I have some other agenda that I have to talk you about? Don't flatter yourself. I'll throw something on. Buckle your seat belt, ma. (Livia) I can't find it. Where is it? |
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It's not definite, I just thought I'd tell you, you know. In case I don't show for an appointment. So you're telling me that you're planning a vacation, but you're not sure exactly when it will be. Right. I may never go. Let's put it this way... There's a strong possibility that it could happen. Does this have anything to do with what's been on the news lately? So if you suddenly stop coming to your appointments I will assume that you are on vacation. I should wait to be contacted? That would be a good assumption. |
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