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Episode #8 Transcript
Legend of Tennessee Moltisanti
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(Knocking) who is it? Paulie, open the door. I thought we were stepping out. I got two broads in the car. You said Ade went to stay at her mother's. No wonder. This place looks like a fuckin' sty. What's wrong with you? Talk to me. This ain't like you, kid. I ran into billy cracchiolo. Meter maid? What about him? Told me the regular cops in nutley are looking for a guy, blew off a kid's toe for a no good reason in russo's bakery. Drove a lexus. Does tony know about this? What's going on, chrissy? I've been working my ass off on this movie script. You know how many pages I got? Nineteen. That a lot or a little? Books say a movie's supposed to be about 120 pages. Got this fucking computer, I thought it would do a lot of it. If you're being frank about the business, kid... I would never do that. It's only "suggested by". That writer, with the bullfights, blew his own fucking head off. Bought a script-writing program and everything. My advice? Put that thing down awhile. We go get our joints copped, and tomorrow the word's will come blowing out your ass. You ever feel like nothing good was ever gonna happen to you? Yeah, and nothing did, so what? I'm alive, I'm surviving. That's it. I don't want to just survive. Says in these movie writing books that every character has an arc, you understand? Everybody starts out somewheres, then they do something or something gets done to them that changes their life. That's called their arc. Where's my arc? Okay, take Richard kimble... No, that's no good. His arc is just run, run, jump off a dam, run. Keanu reeves, "devil's advocate". You see that? Al. Right. Keanu's a lawyer. Gets all turned on by money, power and the devil. Then his wife says to him, "you're not the man I married", leaves him. You see the arc? He starts down here, he ends up here. Where's my arc, paulie? Kid, richard kimble, the devil's whatever, those are all make believe. Hey, I got no arc either. I was born, grew up, spent a few years in the army, few more in the can, and here I am, a half a wiseguy. So what?

I got no identity. Even brendan filone's got an identity, he's dead. I killed that fuckin' e-mail kolar and nothing, I don't even move up a notch. All I got is nightmares. That polish, Czechoslovak, whatever the fuck he is, is haunting me in my dreams every night. That happens. More of them you do, the better you'll sleep. I had one prick chasing me for months in my dreams. I feel like he's trying to tell me something. That we fucked up the night that we buried him. We didn't fuck up. And I'm in danger. Can I ask you a question? Why the fuck would he want to tell you you're in danger considering you put a fuckin' moon roof in the back of his head? What did we do wrong that night? The gun was hot so the slugs in his head couldn't be traced back to me. You know who had an arc? Noah. Is that him? That would be some fucking coincidence if it wasn't.

(Coughing) holy shit, look at that! He was clean shaven, he's got a fucking beard now. You know what? I read that. That happens. Jesus, I always thought it was bullshit. Look at his finger nails. Oh, fuck, they're like a woman's. I'm gonna fucking puke. Help me lift him. We'll take him down to pine barrens before they build a fuckin' condo here. Georgie!

I don't know about selling this property. I don't know about you, but I sure as hell could use an infusion if we're gonna support Jas' after he graduates. It's funny how even during our marriage we saw things differently. I never saw this place as an investment. I always thought that we'd build a house. So we gonna sell or what? For Jason. But, you know, I don't want to hear that you took one of your "Colleens" on a cruise. What's that supposed to mean, "Colleens"? We all know you're a sucker for those Irish girls. Every Italian boy bows down to the freckles. I married you. Yeah, I was a mother figure. Don't bust my balls with freud-by-numbers, would you? "Don't bust my balls"? Watch it, Richard, your calabrese is showing. Are you somehow implying by all this I'm ashamed to be an Italian-American? With all the poverty, starvation, ethnic cleansing and generally horrible shit in this world, you devote your energies to the protection of the dignity of Connie Francis. You know, you're all worked up about my patient, a man who has no bearing on who you are or where you are in this world. Call him a patient. Man's a criminal, Jennifer. And after a while, finally you're gonna get beyond psychotherapy with its cheesy moral relativism, finally you're gonna get to good and evil. And he's evil.

Sorry I'm late, the alarm-- what the fuck is wrong with you? Didn't paulie tell you I ain't been feeling good? I wipe my ass with your feelings. Thanks, thanks a lot. Drive the fucking car. We're under a microscope and I gotta hear on the street you shot some fuckin' civilian in the foot 'cause he made you wait for buns?! Fuckin' paulie. Don't blame fuckin' paulie! Makazian says nutley pd's got a description and a make on the car! Why don't you just leave a urine sample next time?! If I could've-- shut up! Georgie comes into the club, he's got vomit all over his shirt, I ask him what the fuck? He says you're digging up some body you clipped three months ago. I was worried-- shut up! People do that shit, they want to get caught! I want to get caught. You want to get caught, I seen it before! That's fucking cowboy-itis! You want to be a big bad guy?! I was worried that I-- shut up! Can I try and explain here? I don't know, tony, it's like just the fuckin' regular-ness of life is too fucking hard for me or something. I don't know. Look at you. Bet you're sleeping all the time, right? It's the only thing I still enjoy. You know what I think? Maybe I have cancer. Remember how Jackie got? Cancer? Something fucking horrible is going on inside my body. There's a physical change or something. Does this word cancer pop into your mind a lot? A little bit? What? Huh? I'm just thinking maybe you're... Depressed? Me? I'm no fucking mental midget. Watch the... What? Filter. Fuck. Maybe you got a serotonin problem or whatever the fuck they call it. You know about that shit? Saw it last night on a program. What, take fucking Prozac? Not this skinny guinea. Let me ask you a question. You ever think about... You know... Fuck, no! Good. Imagine those fuckin' losers blowing their skulls all over the bathroom? It's fuckin' pathetic.

(Doorbell) did you hear the goddamn doorbell? I'm in the middle of a game. You'll be in the middle of the fuckin' street, you don't wise up. (Knocking) Anthony soprano? What are you doing in my backyard? Gate was open. I'm agent Harris, this is agent driscol. May we come in? If I say no? If we were local, we wouldn't even have knocked. What's your point? We have a search warrant. We know you have children in the house. That's why the team's waiting out front. We don't think it's necessary to traumatize kids by kicking in doors. Why don't you take a minute and tell them you have visitors? Hmm. Any quarters, you can keep. Trying to bribe me? Why don't you tell me what you're looking for? Maybe I could save you some time. Any incriminating evidence would be nice. Dad? They're taking my computer, I have an English paper. You gotta be shitting me. I better have all my programs on there when it comes back. Anthony. (Crashing sounds) what the hell are they doing in my kitchen? What the hell are you doing in my refrigerator? If you forgot your lunch box, why don't you just ask? I'm very sorry. Mrs. Soprano, how much would you say that bowl cost? I'm not cleaning that up. Grasso, get something to clean that. Grasso. (Speaking Italian) your ass. Hey, hey, hey! Tony, take it easy. Grasso, take it easy. Tony, we're gonna be out of here in a few minutes. Tony, let's wait in the living room. Clean up the bowl. C'mon.

I know those feds are doing their job, but it pisses me off the way they act. The one guy wasn't so bad, Harris. Trust me, he was the biggest sneak out of all of them. It's all part of his little act. That guy that broke the bowl, he did that on purpose. I don't think so, he was just a klutz. What was his last name? Rizzo, razzo? What? Grasso. Grasso. You think it's a coincidence they sent him? If he wasn't Italian he'd be back at the office sweeping up. The stupid jerk. They probably frisk him every night before he goes home. Why? Why? 'Cause he has a vowel at the end of his name. Grasso. What's he think, he's gonna make it to the top by arresting his own people? Pass the mu shu? He'll see, he'll learn. We have a vowel. F'n right, and you be proud of it. Jesus Christ, you'd think there never was a Michelangelo. The way they treat people. Did you know that an Italian invented the telephone? Alexander graham bell was Italian? You see? Antonio meucci invented the telephone and he got robbed! Everybody knows that. Who invented the mafia? What? La cosa nostra, who invented that? Who cares? Wasn't it Salvatore lucana, better known as charlie "lucky" luciano, who organized the five families? Lucchese, gambino, bonnano, profaci. Is there something you want to say to me? I just like history like you, dad. Can you just shut the fuck up about it? Hey! Hey! A.J., Did you know that john cabot was Italian? Whoa. Like he knows who that is. It's the famous discoverer of Canada. The bank of America. You ever heard of it? One of the biggest banks in the world. Started by an Italian. The first American saint was Italian. Mother cabrini. That's right. Is it true that the Chinese invented spaghetti? Think about it. Why would people who eat with sticks invent something you need a fork to eat? Here's something else I bet you didn't know. More Italians fought for this country in world war I than any other ethnic group. They won't tell you about sacco and vanzetti either. The two antichrists that got the electric chair in Massachusetts? Anarchists. Isn't it Antichrists? They were two innocent men who got the chair because they were Italian. How can there be two Antichrists? There was only one Christ. So? And of course... Francis Albert.

Will I see you next week? Unless you know something I don't. Just so you understand that I have to charge you for the missed session. What are you talking about? We agreed on that on our very first meeting. I know, but I just explained to you my situation. I understand. But it's important that we respect the agreement. What if I got hit by a car? But you weren't. I know, but what if? But you weren't. I know that, but what if? You weren't. Why don't you answer my fuckin' question? I will not. You won't? Alright fine. Fine, here, here you go. 'Cause this is what it's all about. Motherfuckin' cocksuckin' money, here. I don't understand that comment. And I don't appreciate being made to feel afraid. I don't appreciate feeling like I pour my heart out to a fuckin' call girl. Is that how you see me? Not until now. It's obvious you don't give a shit about my situation or what's happening with me. Otherwise you won't be shaking me down. It'll show as paid on your next month's bill. Fine. Stick it up your ass.

And how about Dr. Goldman over here? Originally he was gonna be a tree surgeon, but he fainted at the sight of sap. Sap, ladies and gentlemen. Pace yourselves. Don't spend it all in one place. Movie night, right? Last week they showed the polish version of "rashomon". Everybody remembers the rape exactly the same. The '60'S... What's the matter with you, corrado? Headaches, that's all. Not the kind you take aspirin for. Now tonight on our show we have Mitzi gainer, sergio franky, and a woman from France will pull a string of light bulbs out of her husband's throat. This woman can relate. I think we may have a bad apple. Does tony know about this? What are you gonna do? There's not much to do. We have to sit back and wait. Do me a favor, don't let tony know you know. He's under enough pressure. I'm sure he's telling his psychiatrist it's all his mother's fault. What are you talking about a psychiatrist? Yeah. A psychiatrist. He's been seeing one for a while now. God only knows what he says. Tony? Yes, tony. Tony, who had such a terrible mother. A psychiatrist? Yes, junior, for Christ sake. Show of hands, how many people this jfk is still alive? C'mon. They should take a zapruder film of your salad bar. Hello... Help me out. Who? The psychiatrist, I mean. You think I know? What did you say to tony about this? Me? Nothing. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Junior, I don't want there to be any repercussions. A psychiatrist? You're a broken record. Yes, yes, yes. Shh. Do I have to say it again? (Comedian) ... In the sky with diamonds. Alright picture yourself on a boat at ellis island. How does that sound?

(Phone) (answering machine) it's me, leave a message. Christopher, it's mommy. I know you're there, pick it up. You alright? I'm worried about you. My god, they mentioned your name in the newspaper today. The star ledger. Mrs. Jones told me, with all those scum bags.

It's been a while since we met with for therapy. Jason, how's Bard? I'm moving into a smoke-free dorm. And how do we feel about that? I'm more interested in discussing what we mentioned before. Jason, are you concerned that your mother is treating this "patient X."? I don't care. As a colleague, Jen? I suggest you drop the patient. After her last encounter with him, she finally acknowledged that she saw the different side of him, the sub-human. I take it you were frightened. Frightened, revolted. At long last, appropriate emotions. For crissake, Richard, you too, Sam. When did we become so afraid to get our hands dirty? It's what she gets paid for. Jason, how would you like to see your mother-- never mind, I'm not gonna paint any graphic images. See? He always does that. What? Follow that up, Jas'. Dad does what? His real issue is that I should distance myself from this man on the grounds of the stigma that he brings us. I say refer this patient to a therapist that specializes in mafia depression. Sam, this isn't funny. No, of course not. Jen, has a real honest to goodness personal and professional dilemma. You know... On my mother's side we have a few dark sheep. Excuse me? Lepke. Who's lepke? Louis lepke buchalter. You know, murder incorporated. My mother's uncle was lepke's wheel man. His driver. Uh-huh. Those were some tough Jews.

We know of an ancient radiation, that haunts dismembered constellations, a faintly glimmering radio station, while frank sinatra sings "stormy weather", the flies and spiders get along together, cobwebs fall on an old skipping record, beyond the suns that guard this roof, beyond your flowers of flaming truth, beyond your latest add campaigns, an old man sits collecting stamps, in a room all filled with chinese lamps, he saves what others throw away, he says that he'll be rich someday, we know of an ancient radiation, that haunts dismembered constellations, a faintly glimmering radio station

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(Knocking) who is it? Paulie, open the door. I thought we were stepping out. I got two broads in the car. You said Ade went to stay at her mother's. No wonder. This place looks like a fuckin' sty. What's wrong with you? Talk to me. This ain't like you, kid. I ran into billy cracchiolo. Meter maid? What about him? Told me the regular cops in nutley are looking for a guy, blew off a kid's toe for a no good reason in russo's bakery. Drove a lexus. Does tony know about this? What's going on, chrissy? I've been working my ass off on this movie script. You know how many pages I got? Nineteen. That a lot or a little? Books say a movie's supposed to be about 120 pages. Got this fucking computer, I thought it would do a lot of it. If you're being frank about the business, kid... I would never do that. It's only "suggested by". That writer, with the bullfights, blew his own fucking head off. Bought a script-writing program and everything. My advice? Put that thing down awhile. We go get our joints copped, and tomorrow the word's will come blowing out your ass. You ever feel like nothing good was ever gonna happen to you? Yeah, and nothing did, so what? I'm alive, I'm surviving. That's it. I don't want to just survive. Says in these movie writing books that every character has an arc, you understand? Everybody starts out somewheres, then they do something or something gets done to them that changes their life. That's called their arc. Where's my arc? Okay, take Richard kimble... No, that's no good. His arc is just run, run, jump off a dam, run. Keanu reeves, "devil's advocate". You see that? Al. Right. Keanu's a lawyer. Gets all turned on by money, power and the devil. Then his wife says to him, "you're not the man I married", leaves him. You see the arc? He starts down here, he ends up here. Where's my arc, paulie? Kid, richard kimble, the devil's whatever, those are all make believe. Hey, I got no arc either. I was born, grew up, spent a few years in the army, few more in the can, and here I am, a half a wiseguy. So what? I got no identity. Even brendan filone's got an identity, he's dead. I killed that fuckin' e-mail kolar and nothing, I don't even move up a notch. All I got is nightmares. That polish, Czechoslovak, whatever the fuck he is, is haunting me in my dreams every night. That happens. More of them you do, the better you'll sleep. I had one prick chasing me for months in my dreams. I feel like he's trying to tell me something. That we fucked up the night that we buried him. We didn't fuck up. And I'm in danger. Can I ask you a question? Why the fuck would he want to tell you you're in danger considering you put a fuckin' moon roof in the back of his head? What did we do wrong that night? The gun was hot so the slugs in his head couldn't be traced back to me. You know who had an arc? Noah. Is that him? That would be some fucking coincidence if it wasn't.
(Coughing) holy shit, look at that! He was clean shaven, he's got a fucking beard now. You know what? I read that. That happens. Jesus, I always thought it was bullshit. Look at his finger nails. Oh, fuck, they're like a woman's. I'm gonna fucking puke. Help me lift him. We'll take him down to pine barrens before they build a fuckin' condo here. Georgie!
I don't know about selling this property. I don't know about you, but I sure as hell could use an infusion if we're gonna support Jas' after he graduates. It's funny how even during our marriage we saw things differently. I never saw this place as an investment. I always thought that we'd build a house. So we gonna sell or what? For Jason. But, you know, I don't want to hear that you took one of your "Colleens" on a cruise. What's that supposed to mean, "Colleens"? We all know you're a sucker for those Irish girls. Every Italian boy bows down to the freckles. I married you. Yeah, I was a mother figure. Don't bust my balls with freud-by-numbers, would you? "Don't bust my balls"? Watch it, Richard, your calabrese is showing. Are you somehow implying by all this I'm ashamed to be an Italian-American? With all the poverty, starvation, ethnic cleansing and generally horrible shit in this world, you devote your energies to the protection of the dignity of Connie Francis. You know, you're all worked up about my patient, a man who has no bearing on who you are or where you are in this world. Call him a patient. Man's a criminal, Jennifer. And after a while, finally you're gonna get beyond psychotherapy with its cheesy moral relativism, finally you're gonna get to good and evil. And he's evil.
Sorry I'm late, the alarm-- what the fuck is wrong with you? Didn't paulie tell you I ain't been feeling good? I wipe my ass with your feelings. Thanks, thanks a lot. Drive the fucking car. We're under a microscope and I gotta hear on the street you shot some fuckin' civilian in the foot 'cause he made you wait for buns?! Fuckin' paulie. Don't blame fuckin' paulie! Makazian says nutley pd's got a description and a make on the car! Why don't you just leave a urine sample next time?! If I could've-- shut up! Georgie comes into the club, he's got vomit all over his shirt, I ask him what the fuck? He says you're digging up some body you clipped three months ago. I was worried-- shut up! People do that shit, they want to get caught! I want to get caught. You want to get caught, I seen it before! That's fucking cowboy-itis! You want to be a big bad guy?! I was worried that I-- shut up! Can I try and explain here? I don't know, tony, it's like just the fuckin' regular-ness of life is too fucking hard for me or something. I don't know. Look at you. Bet you're sleeping all the time, right? It's the only thing I still enjoy. You know what I think? Maybe I have cancer. Remember how Jackie got? Cancer? Something fucking horrible is going on inside my body. There's a physical change or something. Does this word cancer pop into your mind a lot? A little bit? What? Huh? I'm just thinking maybe you're... Depressed? Me? I'm no fucking mental midget. Watch the... What? Filter. Fuck. Maybe you got a serotonin problem or whatever the fuck they call it. You know about that shit? Saw it last night on a program. What, take fucking Prozac? Not this skinny guinea. Let me ask you a question. You ever think about... You know... Fuck, no! Good. Imagine those fuckin' losers blowing their skulls all over the bathroom? It's fuckin' pathetic.
(Doorbell) did you hear the goddamn doorbell? I'm in the middle of a game. You'll be in the middle of the fuckin' street, you don't wise up. (Knocking) Anthony soprano? What are you doing in my backyard? Gate was open. I'm agent Harris, this is agent driscol. May we come in? If I say no? If we were local, we wouldn't even have knocked. What's your point? We have a search warrant. We know you have children in the house. That's why the team's waiting out front. We don't think it's necessary to traumatize kids by kicking in doors. Why don't you take a minute and tell them you have visitors? Hmm. Any quarters, you can keep. Trying to bribe me? Why don't you tell me what you're looking for? Maybe I could save you some time. Any incriminating evidence would be nice. Dad? They're taking my computer, I have an English paper. You gotta be shitting me. I better have all my programs on there when it comes back. Anthony. (Crashing sounds) what the hell are they doing in my kitchen? What the hell are you doing in my refrigerator? If you forgot your lunch box, why don't you just ask? I'm very sorry. Mrs. Soprano, how much would you say that bowl cost? I'm not cleaning that up. Grasso, get something to clean that. Grasso. (Speaking Italian) your ass. Hey, hey, hey! Tony, take it easy. Grasso, take it easy. Tony, we're gonna be out of here in a few minutes. Tony, let's wait in the living room. Clean up the bowl. C'mon.
I know those feds are doing their job, but it pisses me off the way they act. The one guy wasn't so bad, Harris. Trust me, he was the biggest sneak out of all of them. It's all part of his little act. That guy that broke the bowl, he did that on purpose. I don't think so, he was just a klutz. What was his last name? Rizzo, razzo? What? Grasso. Grasso. You think it's a coincidence they sent him? If he wasn't Italian he'd be back at the office sweeping up. The stupid jerk. They probably frisk him every night before he goes home. Why? Why? 'Cause he has a vowel at the end of his name. Grasso. What's he think, he's gonna make it to the top by arresting his own people? Pass the mu shu? He'll see, he'll learn. We have a vowel. F'n right, and you be proud of it. Jesus Christ, you'd think there never was a Michelangelo. The way they treat people. Did you know that an Italian invented the telephone? Alexander graham bell was Italian? You see? Antonio meucci invented the telephone and he got robbed! Everybody knows that. Who invented the mafia? What? La cosa nostra, who invented that? Who cares? Wasn't it Salvatore lucana, better known as charlie "lucky" luciano, who organized the five families? Lucchese, gambino, bonnano, profaci. Is there something you want to say to me? I just like history like you, dad. Can you just shut the fuck up about it? Hey! Hey! A.J., Did you know that john cabot was Italian? Whoa. Like he knows who that is. It's the famous discoverer of Canada. The bank of America. You ever heard of it? One of the biggest banks in the world. Started by an Italian. The first American saint was Italian. Mother cabrini. That's right. Is it true that the Chinese invented spaghetti? Think about it. Why would people who eat with sticks invent something you need a fork to eat? Here's something else I bet you didn't know. More Italians fought for this country in world war I than any other ethnic group. They won't tell you about sacco and vanzetti either. The two antichrists that got the electric chair in Massachusetts? Anarchists. Isn't it Antichrists? They were two innocent men who got the chair because they were Italian. How can there be two Antichrists? There was only one Christ. So? And of course... Francis Albert.
Will I see you next week? Unless you know something I don't. Just so you understand that I have to charge you for the missed session. What are you talking about? We agreed on that on our very first meeting. I know, but I just explained to you my situation. I understand. But it's important that we respect the agreement. What if I got hit by a car? But you weren't. I know, but what if? But you weren't. I know that, but what if? You weren't. Why don't you answer my fuckin' question? I will not. You won't? Alright fine. Fine, here, here you go. 'Cause this is what it's all about. Motherfuckin' cocksuckin' money, here. I don't understand that comment. And I don't appreciate being made to feel afraid. I don't appreciate feeling like I pour my heart out to a fuckin' call girl. Is that how you see me? Not until now. It's obvious you don't give a shit about my situation or what's happening with me. Otherwise you won't be shaking me down. It'll show as paid on your next month's bill. Fine. Stick it up your ass.
And how about Dr. Goldman over here? Originally he was gonna be a tree surgeon, but he fainted at the sight of sap. Sap, ladies and gentlemen. Pace yourselves. Don't spend it all in one place. Movie night, right? Last week they showed the polish version of "rashomon". Everybody remembers the rape exactly the same. The '60'S... What's the matter with you, corrado? Headaches, that's all. Not the kind you take aspirin for. Now tonight on our show we have Mitzi gainer, sergio franky, and a woman from France will pull a string of light bulbs out of her husband's throat. This woman can relate. I think we may have a bad apple. Does tony know about this? What are you gonna do? There's not much to do. We have to sit back and wait. Do me a favor, don't let tony know you know. He's under enough pressure. I'm sure he's telling his psychiatrist it's all his mother's fault. What are you talking about a psychiatrist? Yeah. A psychiatrist. He's been seeing one for a while now. God only knows what he says. Tony? Yes, tony. Tony, who had such a terrible mother. A psychiatrist? Yes, junior, for Christ sake. Show of hands, how many people this jfk is still alive? C'mon. They should take a zapruder film of your salad bar. Hello... Help me out. Who? The psychiatrist, I mean. You think I know? What did you say to tony about this? Me? Nothing. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Junior, I don't want there to be any repercussions. A psychiatrist? You're a broken record. Yes, yes, yes. Shh. Do I have to say it again? (Comedian) ... In the sky with diamonds. Alright picture yourself on a boat at ellis island. How does that sound?
(Phone) (answering machine) it's me, leave a message. Christopher, it's mommy. I know you're there, pick it up. You alright? I'm worried about you. My god, they mentioned your name in the newspaper today. The star ledger. Mrs. Jones told me, with all those scum bags.
It's been a while since we met with for therapy. Jason, how's Bard? I'm moving into a smoke-free dorm. And how do we feel about that? I'm more interested in discussing what we mentioned before. Jason, are you concerned that your mother is treating this "patient X."? I don't care. As a colleague, Jen? I suggest you drop the patient. After her last encounter with him, she finally acknowledged that she saw the different side of him, the sub-human. I take it you were frightened. Frightened, revolted. At long last, appropriate emotions. For crissake, Richard, you too, Sam. When did we become so afraid to get our hands dirty? It's what she gets paid for. Jason, how would you like to see your mother-- never mind, I'm not gonna paint any graphic images. See? He always does that. What? Follow that up, Jas'. Dad does what? His real issue is that I should distance myself from this man on the grounds of the stigma that he brings us. I say refer this patient to a therapist that specializes in mafia depression. Sam, this isn't funny. No, of course not. Jen, has a real honest to goodness personal and professional dilemma. You know... On my mother's side we have a few dark sheep. Excuse me? Lepke. Who's lepke? Louis lepke buchalter. You know, murder incorporated. My mother's uncle was lepke's wheel man. His driver. Uh-huh. Those were some tough Jews. We know of an ancient radiation, that haunts dismembered constellations, a faintly glimmering radio station, while frank sinatra sings "stormy weather", the flies and spiders get along together, cobwebs fall on an old skipping record, beyond the suns that guard this roof, beyond your flowers of flaming truth, beyond your latest add campaigns, an old man sits collecting stamps, in a room all filled with chinese lamps, he saves what others throw away, he says that he'll be rich someday, we know of an ancient radiation, that haunts dismembered constellations, a faintly glimmering radio station
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