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Episode #13 Transcript
I Dream of Jeannie Cusamano
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Tony. (Tony) Jesus Christ relax. What the fuck you doing here? Taking the stugots, putting them in the marina next door. No shit? Look at this baby, I caught right off the point here.

Just wait a minute. Oh, no. No! I need to talk to you. No! C'mon. I'm dialing 911. Because you've given me no choice. C'mon! If anything happens to me they're gonna hear everything. Look you want to talk. We'll go down to a coffee shop, there's plenty of people around. (Female) emergency services, may I help you? Hey, I need to talk to ya! Do I have your word that I'm in no physical danger? Yes, I am humbled that you would take my word. Yes. What? Fuck me, yes you got my word. (Female) emergency services, state the nature of your emergency. Oh, god. I take no pleasure in the fact that I was right about your mother. Have any dreams since you've heard the FBI tapes? No. Some sex dreams. Involving? My neighbor. Jean Cusamano. Go on. We'll doing it doggy style-- you know Jean. That's okay, go on. I'm doin' her doggy style... And I finish. You know and her big ass is-- we don't got time for this shit. It's interesting that you would say her big ass because Jean is quite slender. We got bigger things to talk about than Jean Cusamano's ass. Like feelings of worthlessness sparked by your mother's plot to have you killed? One of the reasons that they tried to have me clipped is because I'm seeing a shrink. You. Oh. Oh. You know patient/doctor conversation is privileged and I couldn't testify against anybody. Well maybe they know that. Maybe they don't. Either way they're using it as a fuckin' excuse. You never mentioned any of your associates by name. All except for that one fellow-- booty? Pussy. Pussy. Pussy-- booty. I don't know his last name. And look anything concerning your uncle junior-- shut the fuck up a minute. You're in danger. Get out of here. That's not fair. Fair, what are you talking about fair? They don't give a shit about fair. What am I supposed to do? Leave town. Today. Right now. As a matter of fact I'm gonna get guys here to stay with you until you get on a plane. I can't just do that, lam it. I have a life. I have patients. You tell them august came early this year. It doesn't work that way. I have patients who are suicidal. Well they're not gonna feel any better about their life if you get clipped. Jesus fucking Christ. Look I know. I'm sorry, okay? I'm gonna work on this problem with the people that pose a threat to you and I'll take care of it and you'll be able to come back. My god. People are gonna get murdered, aren't they? Don't worry about those distractions. You keep your eye on the ball. I know what you're thinking. You have no idea what I'm thinking. You're thinking you're gonna go to the cops. They're not gonna help because you can't give them anything. Don't be stupid. Even in the short term. Get the fuck out of town. You've been a good doctor to me. Thank you.

Artie, how's your rash? What the fuck are you doing? How could you? How the fuck could you? You took their money? Good, then do it. Do it, 'cause I don't give a fuck anymore. Go ahead. That restaurant was like my child. So they got in your ear. Three generations of buccos sweated over that same stove. Even your mother treasures the memory of vesuvio. My mother? Don't say she's lying, ton. Because why would she? What'd she tell you, my mother? Don't make it worse! Do me the respect of not treating me like a fucking idiot, piece of shit. When you blew up the restaurant, you made me party to a criminal conspiracy. Did you ever stop to think about that? I don't know what she told you, my mother of all people. Two arson investigators gave that that fire a clean bill of health, artie. Why the fuck would I blow up your restaurant? To help me! You fuckin' bent psycho. You hear your uncle's gonna hurt my business by staging a hit in my place and that's your solution. To burn it down for the insurance money? What kind of stupid, sick twisted logic? Alright. Ask yourself a question. Am I that fucking stupid? Huh? Am I that fucking stupid, really? My mother... God bless her, is going senile, artie. You saw her. I love my new place so much. And this ruins everything. I swear to god. I didn't touch your place artie. My mother is confused. Look me in the eye. Tell me you didn't lay a finger on my place. I didn't burn down your restaurant. I swear on my mother. Take it easy! What the fuck are you doing? (Tony) c'mon, look out--!

It's good we can still get together for our regular Sunday dinner. Or somebody's nose could get outta joint. Joint. You got to admit it, ma, it's a nice nursing unit where they let you get signed out for family occasions. I don't have to admit anything. I gotta leave in ten minutes. Meadow. Well, I don't want dessert and I have to study with hunter. Is this pork cooked? Kids are going up, they'll be out of the house soon. Even goo-goots over there. If you believe she's going to study I got a bridge to sell you. You know I read last week in the paper about this family in St. Luis Obispo in California. That whole family died of trichinosis. That's uncooked pork. That was last year. That same family. Listen to him, he knows everything. So uncle jun, when do you hear from your lawyer on the big thing? On and on it goes. Ma, don't you agree they should not talk business at the table? What's going on in your little corner of the world? Such as? I don't know. The state of the union? I hear artie bucco came to see you. Who is artie? (Humming "jeopardy" theme) anthony. Friend of mine from elementary school. He owns a restaurant. They had a little fire in it. Came to see me? Where? Where are we talking about? Here?

I've lost faith in everything. You moved away from god quite some time ago, though. Is it fair to say, it's not just this recent crisis. Back in high school, maybe before. I bring the kids here on holidays... But my mind wanders. I just stare at the stained glass, people's hats... I'm full of rage, father. Murderous... Whatever. Urges. I don't just hate this man. I hate all men. I hate life. Have you talked with your wife? I can'T. Why? What it would do to her. She's been through so much. Charmaine's a strong woman. Anyway she's gonna find out in the course of the investigation. I... I didn't go to the insurance company. Why not? Well... Legally, what if I'm wrong. I could get hit with a defamation suit. Arthur, you know what your heart is telling you. I think the only reason you haven't told charmaine is because you know she'll insist you go to the police immediately. And this will jeopardize your restaurant, everything. You must be strong. All due respect, father. You're getting off the subject.

Sorry I'm fuckin' late. Okay. I need to tell you something and I want you to hear it from me. Not from some asshole on the street. About four, five months ago I started seeing a psychiatrist. I was passing out and they couldn't find nothing. She's been helping me with that. Okay, c'mon give it to me. Give it to my face. C'mon. Well i'm sure you did it with complete discretion. And speaking from pussy, if he's still alive, I'm sure he would agree. Business was not discussed, no names were mentioned. Junior knows. He's decided to use it against me. Ask now. 'Cause we're not discussing this again. It's not the worst thing I ever heard. I was seeing a therapist myself about a year ago. I had some issues, enough said. I learned some coping skills. Look this thing of ours, the way it's going, it'd be better if we could admit to each other these painful, stressful times. But it'll never fucking happen. What about you? You got a problem with this? It's like marriage counseling? Yeah. Like that. Sort of, yeah.

The contra commandante was trying to scare us priests. That's so dangerous down there. The fresh basil really adds to it, yeah. Oh, father. Thanks. Want a little bit? No, please I have so much home. So, how are the twins rosalie?

I'll do it however you like. At my other job, the waiters usually do the cocktail solicitation, but if you want I'll do it as I seat them... Good, great thanks. Alright. She catches on fast that one, very conscientious. She's working two jobs to become a music manager. Whatever that is. Everything is going so good. The new exterminators, I got faith. The owner is portuguese, they're sticklers. I feel so wonderful we're up and running again. You said you had something to tell me? I like the bar stools.

Good morning everybody. You're in a good mood today, dad.

If chucky calls, you get me on the cell phone. Ho, you hear me? Yeah. Okay. I think that I heard you already. Go take a midol. (Female) nips, nips! Bad boy! (Gunshot) (gunshot) you prick! (Gunshot) motherfucker. You son-of-a-bitch. C'mon please. Please. C'mon. C'mon. C'mon, please, please! Fuckin' poison ivy all over. My friend brendan, you shot him in his bathtub, naked. No chance to run. I swear to god, it wasn't me! It was junior. He hated that kid it was him. Yeah right, it was junior. Mr. Magoo. Oh c'mon please. Please. I can feel it itching me already. (Cell phone)

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Episode #13 Transcript I Dream of Jeannie Cusamano Captioned by HBO Communications Center, ©1999 Home Box Office, a division of Time Warner Entertainment Company, L.P. < < Page 1 Page 2 Page 3 > >		Images are not thumbnails, so fuhgeddaboutit!
Tony. (Tony) Jesus Christ relax. What the fuck you doing here? Taking the stugots, putting them in the marina next door. No shit? Look at this baby, I caught right off the point here.
Just wait a minute. Oh, no. No! I need to talk to you. No! C'mon. I'm dialing 911. Because you've given me no choice. C'mon! If anything happens to me they're gonna hear everything. Look you want to talk. We'll go down to a coffee shop, there's plenty of people around. (Female) emergency services, may I help you? Hey, I need to talk to ya! Do I have your word that I'm in no physical danger? Yes, I am humbled that you would take my word. Yes. What? Fuck me, yes you got my word. (Female) emergency services, state the nature of your emergency. Oh, god. I take no pleasure in the fact that I was right about your mother. Have any dreams since you've heard the FBI tapes? No. Some sex dreams. Involving? My neighbor. Jean Cusamano. Go on. We'll doing it doggy style-- you know Jean. That's okay, go on. I'm doin' her doggy style... And I finish. You know and her big ass is-- we don't got time for this shit. It's interesting that you would say her big ass because Jean is quite slender. We got bigger things to talk about than Jean Cusamano's ass. Like feelings of worthlessness sparked by your mother's plot to have you killed? One of the reasons that they tried to have me clipped is because I'm seeing a shrink. You. Oh. Oh. You know patient/doctor conversation is privileged and I couldn't testify against anybody. Well maybe they know that. Maybe they don't. Either way they're using it as a fuckin' excuse. You never mentioned any of your associates by name. All except for that one fellow-- booty? Pussy. Pussy. Pussy-- booty. I don't know his last name. And look anything concerning your uncle junior-- shut the fuck up a minute. You're in danger. Get out of here. That's not fair. Fair, what are you talking about fair? They don't give a shit about fair. What am I supposed to do? Leave town. Today. Right now. As a matter of fact I'm gonna get guys here to stay with you until you get on a plane. I can't just do that, lam it. I have a life. I have patients. You tell them august came early this year. It doesn't work that way. I have patients who are suicidal. Well they're not gonna feel any better about their life if you get clipped. Jesus fucking Christ. Look I know. I'm sorry, okay? I'm gonna work on this problem with the people that pose a threat to you and I'll take care of it and you'll be able to come back. My god. People are gonna get murdered, aren't they? Don't worry about those distractions. You keep your eye on the ball. I know what you're thinking. You have no idea what I'm thinking. You're thinking you're gonna go to the cops. They're not gonna help because you can't give them anything. Don't be stupid. Even in the short term. Get the fuck out of town. You've been a good doctor to me. Thank you.
Artie, how's your rash? What the fuck are you doing? How could you? How the fuck could you? You took their money? Good, then do it. Do it, 'cause I don't give a fuck anymore. Go ahead. That restaurant was like my child. So they got in your ear. Three generations of buccos sweated over that same stove. Even your mother treasures the memory of vesuvio. My mother? Don't say she's lying, ton. Because why would she? What'd she tell you, my mother? Don't make it worse! Do me the respect of not treating me like a fucking idiot, piece of shit. When you blew up the restaurant, you made me party to a criminal conspiracy. Did you ever stop to think about that? I don't know what she told you, my mother of all people. Two arson investigators gave that that fire a clean bill of health, artie. Why the fuck would I blow up your restaurant? To help me! You fuckin' bent psycho. You hear your uncle's gonna hurt my business by staging a hit in my place and that's your solution. To burn it down for the insurance money? What kind of stupid, sick twisted logic? Alright. Ask yourself a question. Am I that fucking stupid? Huh? Am I that fucking stupid, really? My mother... God bless her, is going senile, artie. You saw her. I love my new place so much. And this ruins everything. I swear to god. I didn't touch your place artie. My mother is confused. Look me in the eye. Tell me you didn't lay a finger on my place. I didn't burn down your restaurant. I swear on my mother. Take it easy! What the fuck are you doing? (Tony) c'mon, look out--!
It's good we can still get together for our regular Sunday dinner. Or somebody's nose could get outta joint. Joint. You got to admit it, ma, it's a nice nursing unit where they let you get signed out for family occasions. I don't have to admit anything. I gotta leave in ten minutes. Meadow. Well, I don't want dessert and I have to study with hunter. Is this pork cooked? Kids are going up, they'll be out of the house soon. Even goo-goots over there. If you believe she's going to study I got a bridge to sell you. You know I read last week in the paper about this family in St. Luis Obispo in California. That whole family died of trichinosis. That's uncooked pork. That was last year. That same family. Listen to him, he knows everything. So uncle jun, when do you hear from your lawyer on the big thing? On and on it goes. Ma, don't you agree they should not talk business at the table? What's going on in your little corner of the world? Such as? I don't know. The state of the union? I hear artie bucco came to see you. Who is artie? (Humming "jeopardy" theme) anthony. Friend of mine from elementary school. He owns a restaurant. They had a little fire in it. Came to see me? Where? Where are we talking about? Here?
I've lost faith in everything. You moved away from god quite some time ago, though. Is it fair to say, it's not just this recent crisis. Back in high school, maybe before. I bring the kids here on holidays... But my mind wanders. I just stare at the stained glass, people's hats... I'm full of rage, father. Murderous... Whatever. Urges. I don't just hate this man. I hate all men. I hate life. Have you talked with your wife? I can'T. Why? What it would do to her. She's been through so much. Charmaine's a strong woman. Anyway she's gonna find out in the course of the investigation. I... I didn't go to the insurance company. Why not? Well... Legally, what if I'm wrong. I could get hit with a defamation suit. Arthur, you know what your heart is telling you. I think the only reason you haven't told charmaine is because you know she'll insist you go to the police immediately. And this will jeopardize your restaurant, everything. You must be strong. All due respect, father. You're getting off the subject.
Sorry I'm fuckin' late. Okay. I need to tell you something and I want you to hear it from me. Not from some asshole on the street. About four, five months ago I started seeing a psychiatrist. I was passing out and they couldn't find nothing. She's been helping me with that. Okay, c'mon give it to me. Give it to my face. C'mon. Well i'm sure you did it with complete discretion. And speaking from pussy, if he's still alive, I'm sure he would agree. Business was not discussed, no names were mentioned. Junior knows. He's decided to use it against me. Ask now. 'Cause we're not discussing this again. It's not the worst thing I ever heard. I was seeing a therapist myself about a year ago. I had some issues, enough said. I learned some coping skills. Look this thing of ours, the way it's going, it'd be better if we could admit to each other these painful, stressful times. But it'll never fucking happen. What about you? You got a problem with this? It's like marriage counseling? Yeah. Like that. Sort of, yeah.
The contra commandante was trying to scare us priests. That's so dangerous down there. The fresh basil really adds to it, yeah. Oh, father. Thanks. Want a little bit? No, please I have so much home. So, how are the twins rosalie?
I'll do it however you like. At my other job, the waiters usually do the cocktail solicitation, but if you want I'll do it as I seat them... Good, great thanks. Alright. She catches on fast that one, very conscientious. She's working two jobs to become a music manager. Whatever that is. Everything is going so good. The new exterminators, I got faith. The owner is portuguese, they're sticklers. I feel so wonderful we're up and running again. You said you had something to tell me? I like the bar stools.
Good morning everybody. You're in a good mood today, dad.
If chucky calls, you get me on the cell phone. Ho, you hear me? Yeah. Okay. I think that I heard you already. Go take a midol. (Female) nips, nips! Bad boy! (Gunshot) (gunshot) you prick! (Gunshot) motherfucker. You son-of-a-bitch. C'mon please. Please. C'mon. C'mon. C'mon, please, please! Fuckin' poison ivy all over. My friend brendan, you shot him in his bathtub, naked. No chance to run. I swear to god, it wasn't me! It was junior. He hated that kid it was him. Yeah right, it was junior. Mr. Magoo. Oh c'mon please. Please. I can feel it itching me already. (Cell phone)
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