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Big Girls Don't Cry
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Hey, toni. I'll just be a few minutes. Why don't you fix yourself a drink or something, okay? What's up? A guy named Danny Greco called me. Asked me for a loan. Said you'll vouch. Danny? Yeah. I told you Danny was good for whatever. Oh, yeah? Yeah, at the steak house. Oh, yeah, yeah. Since I'm here, can I talk to you about something? It absolutely has to stay between the two of us. Alright, on any fuckin' scale you want to use, things are going good. I'm firmly in charge, no trouble there. My family's healthy. Right? So, why the fuck am I ripping phones out of the wall in front of my kid and screaming at my sister all the fucking time, although, she is totally unimportant to me? You got a lot on your mind. 'Cause I'm the boss. You see, that's the point. You never saw Carlo or lucky... Or Douglas MacArthur going around punching fucking walls. What if I told you I went to see a shrink? I had an inkling. Every once in a while, I get... Anxious. You know, just in general, no reason. It's like, I'm in my kitchen. All of a sudden I can't breathe. It's like I'm suffocating. I get to the point where I fuckin' pass out. Hmph. It's just like your father. What is? He had the same thing. My old man had anxiety attacks? Well, in those days we called it a "condition". Didn't happen that often, once or twice a year. Holy shit. He cracked his head open once on a cigarette machine. Did he go to a doctor? Your father, what, are you kidding? It wouldn't have made any difference in those days. They wouldn't know how to treat that shit. Not much better now. There was an article in "new york times" magazine. They've got this machine. It can see images of the brain and how your brain responds to fear. Fear? A person listening to a tape of a parent criticizing them, I'm talking about an adult, mind you, their fear center kicks right in. They can actually see it in an mri. I had this fuckin' weird dream the other night. When I had the polyps, they put me through that fuckin' mri. I'm telling ya. I think they used my ass to invent some new tests. I was at the beach, but I had a suit on. And the shoes too. They shove a camera up your ass the size of a garden hose. You wanna hear this fuckin' dream or not? Alright.

Got a sec? Sure, what's up? It's my scene. Gentleman caller guy. It's... It's not me. It's not supposed to be. That's why they call it "acting". I know, it's just... I'd rather do something else. I already spoke to what's his name? Mitch, cynthia too. They're cool with changing. Alright. Alan's scene partner dropped out, so, I gotta find something for him anyway... "Rebel without a cause", james dean. Copy it for the others, okay? Take it home, get comfortable with it. That's great, cool. I don't want a james dean impression. Yeah. No.

(Irina) poor ducks. You are poor creatures. Poor creatures. You are such poor creatures. Don't give 'em that shit! They like it. Hey, what'd I tell you? He's gonna choke! Little pieces, they're hungry. Not for fuckin' cheese doodles, they're not. They eat bread and corn and shit like that. So, you know everything. Yeah, I do. Family of mallards lived in my pool for two fuckin' months. (Russian) yeah, you. What'd he say? Nothing. A lot of fucking words for nothing. He said, "if i don't like to fight, I should find myself a russian." Tony, no! You got a problem be sides those fuckin' pants? You shouldn't yell. Oh, yeah?! You should mind your own fuckin' business. I make business, she is nice girl. Are you a family counselor? You wanna get involved in people's problems? Here, now you're fuckin' involved, okay? These are balls, right? Yes. Do something. You want to be involved, now you're involved. You let go! I call police! Mind your fuckin' business! Fuck you! I call police! Fuck you! Fuck! Get your shit, we're going. C'mon. Move your ass! Why do you always have to ruin everything? Huh? Just move your ass.

"Help me. "Daddy. Daddy." "You can depend on me. "Trust me. Whatever comes, we'll face it together." Oh, fuck this shit! You said you weren't gonna laugh. I didn't laugh. Baby, you were doin' so good. Nah, fuck this. Christopher. ("The Jeffersons" theme song on tv) absolutely not. Just do the work you were assigned. Well, how about the scene where I'm playing chicken and I dive out of the car right before that asshole, buzz, goes off the cliff? There's no dialogue in that scene. The knife fight, then. No. I already changed it once. I gave you this scene because it's challenging.

This russian fuck... I'm friggin' lucky I didn't get hauled in. That would've played great with uncle junior and everybody else after my ass. I had to run like a bitch from my own leisure-time activities. Mmm. If carmela would've known who I was on the boat with... Okay, that's nothing new. But my kids...? It happens, okay? What the fuck is wrong with me? Got some kind of a complex. What kind? Sleep always helps. You want to go to sleep, go ahead! Hey. Jesus christ. Easy does it, laddy buck. You know, I was never particularly good with my fists, but there was one guy who almost drove me to murder. Lately, I feel this... Aversion to my swimming pool. It depresses me. Cocksucker was a sound engineer at one of my studios. Talked about germany all the time. I actually find myself avoiding the backyard. He wasn't a nazi, he just kind of rubbed me the wrong way. One time, I was pulling into a parking lot. He was two spots over and he was rotating his tires like it was a goddamn service station... So I said to him...

"Straight back, back as far as they could take me. "And then it all dissolved. Everything dissolved." That's it, that's the end. Very good, omar. And just say, "scene"when you're done, okay? Chris, mitch, cynthia and alan, our rebels without causes. Okay, so, we are at the planetarium. Alan is jim's friend, plato, who is about to get mistakenly shot by the police. Mitch is his father and cynthia is his troubled friend, judy. Shut the lights! Make them go away! Plato! Keep away from me! I don't believe you anymore! Gunshot! Jim! I got the bullets! Look! Oh, god! The cops swarm in... Let him alone, that's my son. When i saw the red jacket, I thought... Hey, jerkpot. What'd you do that for? You can't help it, son. You did everything a man could. Help me, daddy. Daddy, help me. Daddy. You can depend on me. Trust me. Whatever comes, we'll face it together. It's okay, jim, stand up. I'll stand up with you. I'll try and be as strong as you want me to be. Poor baby got nobody. Just nobody. (Sobbing) he was always cold. Dad, this is judy. She's my friend. Scene. Un-freaking-believable! God, you were really good. Great job, chris. How'd you make yourself cry like that?

You wanna watch your ashes, please. I be outside. You know, we should hit a devils game some night. Still get tickets from the greek? Right on the fuckin' ice. I'll bring my sweater. Hey, chef of the future, have a seat. How you doin', foodio? Furio. You didn't stomp those grapes yourself, did you? Look at this group. Hey, mr. New york. What'd you do, swim across that river? Come over here, you. Congratulations. Thanks. Don't get up. I wasn't gonna. You piece of shit. Say hello to furio, friend of ours from the other side. Oh, hey, I heard a lot about you. Nice to meet you. Yeah, me too, my pleasure. So, what's up? Puss, you wanna give us a minute? I'm in the middle of fuckin' eatin'. I know... Do me a favor, will you, sweetie? Keep this warm. Thank you. Five minutes, alright? I gotta make a call anyway.

It's like all these years were for nothing. What'd i tell you? You think tony really gives a flyin' fuck about you? This thing of ours. Fuckin' joke. More like "this thing of mine". It's the same all over. Look out for number one. You don't understand, we go fuckin' back. I mean, silvio, I get, but fuckin' paulie? He's probably dizzy from all that hair spray. And this other one, the geep. Foodio, furio. If ever there was a guy in desperate need of a fuckin' nickname. At least he's italian. Try being passed over for a samoan. Sesaga. Three years out of quantico, he's the new agent in charge. You're fuckin' kiddin' me, what happened to paterno? Kansas city. 11 years doing this shit. It's like tony says himself, "most of the guys in this life, there's no fuckin' honor." Forget your enemies, you can't even depend on your friends. Whole society's fucked. And the ones comin' up? Half of them are on drugs, the other half are fuckin' psychos. A world full of scumbags.

I'm thinking about taking my patient back. That's a serious decision. He's my responsibility. Elliot, I abandoned him. We've been over this. Your life is in danger. Not any more. Do you realize what I did last week? I stormed out of here like a child. Cursing, threatening, acting out. That's exactly what he does to me. I'm feeling so... Fuck, I don't know where this is coming from. You mentioned you've put on a little weight lately. Do you think the overeating has anything to do with your patient? What is it you're not telling me, jennifer? I don't know. I don't know what you mean. Okay. I don'T. What are you driving at? Just watch your intake of sugar... And sugar substitutes. Okay. We spoke last time about childhood fascinations with danger. I think seeing him again will be very therapeutic for me. It's not supposed to be therapeutic for you. This is your therapy, here. Do you have sexual feelings for him? No. I have feelings, on a personal level. He can be such a little boy sometimes.

Alright, that's it, the one with the palm tree. There's a buzzer under the desk, an office in the back. (Italian) tell me again what I said. It's not just Dominic who is the problem. It's the wife too. Here. May I help you? Ah, what are you doing?! (Screaming) stop, stop! Ah! (Gunshots) (screaming) no! Oh! (Screaming) please stop! Goddamn you! Sonofabitch! Cocksucker! Go, goddamn! You go! We pay money! (Italian) (crying) (Italian) (Italian) god... Damn! Sonofa...Bitch! (Phone) yeah? It's dr. Melfi. Yeah, so. I tried your other number. If you want, I could fit you in tomorrow at 2:30. So, do I put you down? Nah, fuck it. Why do you say that? Gettin' by without it. There's no cure for life. Well... You think about it. I'll keep the hour open. Yeah.

"A". "B". "A"! "B". "A". "B". Outstanding. A case in point. Words are only words. You just saw two actors have an entire conversation saying only "a" and the other responding "b". Mitch, Christopher? Want to give it a try? "A". Stop it! Christopher! This is inappropriate! We do not hit! Oh, my god... Jesus! Are you okay? Are you alright?

Ah! Oh, my god, sorry... I think it's broken. We should get you to a doctor. There's nothing they can do for a broken toe. They just tape it up and send you home. I've been there. Babe, I don't understand, the guy didn't say anything? He didn't have to, that was the point of the whole fuckin' exercise. But he didn't flip you off or nothing. You said so yourself. Maybe doing that scene brought up some bad feelings. What scene? You know, where he was supposed to be your father. You said the class all clapped and everything. I was fuckin' acting. I was better than mitch, that's all. Even I knew that. Maybe he really reminded you of your father and that's why you got so into it. And maybe that's why you hit him tonight. My father? All those feelings you have about how he died so young. Oh, fuck that. Acting is mostly feelings... Unless the actor's driving a car, sword-fighting or something. You want to write? Feelings is what it's all about. Revealing your innermost feelings is the best kind of writing. And how do you know what it's all about, huh? From writing down orders at the fuckin' restaurant? Ow! Alright, take it easy! Your whole thing with script writing, who else is behind you? Who even knows about it? I hated seeing you suffer with that writer's block. When I read the ad in the paper, "acting for writers", I couldn't wait to get it for you for your birthday. I'm sorry. Adriana, I'm sorry!

Are you still taking your medication? Off and on. Well , you should either take it or don't take it, okay? In the coffee shop, you mentioned that you had a panic attack that led to an automobile accident. That seems like years ago. You mean, you're so busy, or you mean that you're angry with me for not agreeing to treat you then? I found out a little medical history. My old man had the same thing. Panic attacks followed by passin' out. Cracked his head open on a cigarette machine. Interesting. Interesting? That's it? You're not gonna send me for fuckin' tests or something? Did you read the article in "the times"? Anthony, what is it you want to achieve here? What I want to achieve? I wanna stop passin' out. I wanna stop fuckin' panicking. I want to direct my power and my fuckin' anger against the people in my life that deserve it. I wanna be in total control. There's no such thing as total control. Of course there is. You want to be a better gang leader, read "the art of war" by sun zu. You know what? Fuck you. You know who I am and you know what I do. You called me. You know where I was yesterday when you called? I was outside a whorehouse while the guy that works for me was inside beating the shit out of a guy that owes me money. Broke his arm, put a bullet in his kneecap. How'd that make you feel? I wished it was me in there. Giving the beating or taking it?

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Hey, toni. I'll just be a few minutes. Why don't you fix yourself a drink or something, okay? What's up? A guy named Danny Greco called me. Asked me for a loan. Said you'll vouch. Danny? Yeah. I told you Danny was good for whatever. Oh, yeah? Yeah, at the steak house. Oh, yeah, yeah. Since I'm here, can I talk to you about something? It absolutely has to stay between the two of us. Alright, on any fuckin' scale you want to use, things are going good. I'm firmly in charge, no trouble there. My family's healthy. Right? So, why the fuck am I ripping phones out of the wall in front of my kid and screaming at my sister all the fucking time, although, she is totally unimportant to me? You got a lot on your mind. 'Cause I'm the boss. You see, that's the point. You never saw Carlo or lucky... Or Douglas MacArthur going around punching fucking walls. What if I told you I went to see a shrink? I had an inkling. Every once in a while, I get... Anxious. You know, just in general, no reason. It's like, I'm in my kitchen. All of a sudden I can't breathe. It's like I'm suffocating. I get to the point where I fuckin' pass out. Hmph. It's just like your father. What is? He had the same thing. My old man had anxiety attacks? Well, in those days we called it a "condition". Didn't happen that often, once or twice a year. Holy shit. He cracked his head open once on a cigarette machine. Did he go to a doctor? Your father, what, are you kidding? It wouldn't have made any difference in those days. They wouldn't know how to treat that shit. Not much better now. There was an article in "new york times" magazine. They've got this machine. It can see images of the brain and how your brain responds to fear. Fear? A person listening to a tape of a parent criticizing them, I'm talking about an adult, mind you, their fear center kicks right in. They can actually see it in an mri. I had this fuckin' weird dream the other night. When I had the polyps, they put me through that fuckin' mri. I'm telling ya. I think they used my ass to invent some new tests. I was at the beach, but I had a suit on. And the shoes too. They shove a camera up your ass the size of a garden hose. You wanna hear this fuckin' dream or not? Alright.
Got a sec? Sure, what's up? It's my scene. Gentleman caller guy. It's... It's not me. It's not supposed to be. That's why they call it "acting". I know, it's just... I'd rather do something else. I already spoke to what's his name? Mitch, cynthia too. They're cool with changing. Alright. Alan's scene partner dropped out, so, I gotta find something for him anyway... "Rebel without a cause", james dean. Copy it for the others, okay? Take it home, get comfortable with it. That's great, cool. I don't want a james dean impression. Yeah. No.
(Irina) poor ducks. You are poor creatures. Poor creatures. You are such poor creatures. Don't give 'em that shit! They like it. Hey, what'd I tell you? He's gonna choke! Little pieces, they're hungry. Not for fuckin' cheese doodles, they're not. They eat bread and corn and shit like that. So, you know everything. Yeah, I do. Family of mallards lived in my pool for two fuckin' months. (Russian) yeah, you. What'd he say? Nothing. A lot of fucking words for nothing. He said, "if i don't like to fight, I should find myself a russian." Tony, no! You got a problem be sides those fuckin' pants? You shouldn't yell. Oh, yeah?! You should mind your own fuckin' business. I make business, she is nice girl. Are you a family counselor? You wanna get involved in people's problems? Here, now you're fuckin' involved, okay? These are balls, right? Yes. Do something. You want to be involved, now you're involved. You let go! I call police! Mind your fuckin' business! Fuck you! I call police! Fuck you! Fuck! Get your shit, we're going. C'mon. Move your ass! Why do you always have to ruin everything? Huh? Just move your ass.
"Help me. "Daddy. Daddy." "You can depend on me. "Trust me. Whatever comes, we'll face it together." Oh, fuck this shit! You said you weren't gonna laugh. I didn't laugh. Baby, you were doin' so good. Nah, fuck this. Christopher. ("The Jeffersons" theme song on tv) absolutely not. Just do the work you were assigned. Well, how about the scene where I'm playing chicken and I dive out of the car right before that asshole, buzz, goes off the cliff? There's no dialogue in that scene. The knife fight, then. No. I already changed it once. I gave you this scene because it's challenging.
This russian fuck... I'm friggin' lucky I didn't get hauled in. That would've played great with uncle junior and everybody else after my ass. I had to run like a bitch from my own leisure-time activities. Mmm. If carmela would've known who I was on the boat with... Okay, that's nothing new. But my kids...? It happens, okay? What the fuck is wrong with me? Got some kind of a complex. What kind? Sleep always helps. You want to go to sleep, go ahead! Hey. Jesus christ. Easy does it, laddy buck. You know, I was never particularly good with my fists, but there was one guy who almost drove me to murder. Lately, I feel this... Aversion to my swimming pool. It depresses me. Cocksucker was a sound engineer at one of my studios. Talked about germany all the time. I actually find myself avoiding the backyard. He wasn't a nazi, he just kind of rubbed me the wrong way. One time, I was pulling into a parking lot. He was two spots over and he was rotating his tires like it was a goddamn service station... So I said to him...
"Straight back, back as far as they could take me. "And then it all dissolved. Everything dissolved." That's it, that's the end. Very good, omar. And just say, "scene"when you're done, okay? Chris, mitch, cynthia and alan, our rebels without causes. Okay, so, we are at the planetarium. Alan is jim's friend, plato, who is about to get mistakenly shot by the police. Mitch is his father and cynthia is his troubled friend, judy. Shut the lights! Make them go away! Plato! Keep away from me! I don't believe you anymore! Gunshot! Jim! I got the bullets! Look! Oh, god! The cops swarm in... Let him alone, that's my son. When i saw the red jacket, I thought... Hey, jerkpot. What'd you do that for? You can't help it, son. You did everything a man could. Help me, daddy. Daddy, help me. Daddy. You can depend on me. Trust me. Whatever comes, we'll face it together. It's okay, jim, stand up. I'll stand up with you. I'll try and be as strong as you want me to be. Poor baby got nobody. Just nobody. (Sobbing) he was always cold. Dad, this is judy. She's my friend. Scene. Un-freaking-believable! God, you were really good. Great job, chris. How'd you make yourself cry like that?
You wanna watch your ashes, please. I be outside. You know, we should hit a devils game some night. Still get tickets from the greek? Right on the fuckin' ice. I'll bring my sweater. Hey, chef of the future, have a seat. How you doin', foodio? Furio. You didn't stomp those grapes yourself, did you? Look at this group. Hey, mr. New york. What'd you do, swim across that river? Come over here, you. Congratulations. Thanks. Don't get up. I wasn't gonna. You piece of shit. Say hello to furio, friend of ours from the other side. Oh, hey, I heard a lot about you. Nice to meet you. Yeah, me too, my pleasure. So, what's up? Puss, you wanna give us a minute? I'm in the middle of fuckin' eatin'. I know... Do me a favor, will you, sweetie? Keep this warm. Thank you. Five minutes, alright? I gotta make a call anyway.
It's like all these years were for nothing. What'd i tell you? You think tony really gives a flyin' fuck about you? This thing of ours. Fuckin' joke. More like "this thing of mine". It's the same all over. Look out for number one. You don't understand, we go fuckin' back. I mean, silvio, I get, but fuckin' paulie? He's probably dizzy from all that hair spray. And this other one, the geep. Foodio, furio. If ever there was a guy in desperate need of a fuckin' nickname. At least he's italian. Try being passed over for a samoan. Sesaga. Three years out of quantico, he's the new agent in charge. You're fuckin' kiddin' me, what happened to paterno? Kansas city. 11 years doing this shit. It's like tony says himself, "most of the guys in this life, there's no fuckin' honor." Forget your enemies, you can't even depend on your friends. Whole society's fucked. And the ones comin' up? Half of them are on drugs, the other half are fuckin' psychos. A world full of scumbags.
I'm thinking about taking my patient back. That's a serious decision. He's my responsibility. Elliot, I abandoned him. We've been over this. Your life is in danger. Not any more. Do you realize what I did last week? I stormed out of here like a child. Cursing, threatening, acting out. That's exactly what he does to me. I'm feeling so... Fuck, I don't know where this is coming from. You mentioned you've put on a little weight lately. Do you think the overeating has anything to do with your patient? What is it you're not telling me, jennifer? I don't know. I don't know what you mean. Okay. I don'T. What are you driving at? Just watch your intake of sugar... And sugar substitutes. Okay. We spoke last time about childhood fascinations with danger. I think seeing him again will be very therapeutic for me. It's not supposed to be therapeutic for you. This is your therapy, here. Do you have sexual feelings for him? No. I have feelings, on a personal level. He can be such a little boy sometimes.
Alright, that's it, the one with the palm tree. There's a buzzer under the desk, an office in the back. (Italian) tell me again what I said. It's not just Dominic who is the problem. It's the wife too. Here. May I help you? Ah, what are you doing?! (Screaming) stop, stop! Ah! (Gunshots) (screaming) no! Oh! (Screaming) please stop! Goddamn you! Sonofabitch! Cocksucker! Go, goddamn! You go! We pay money! (Italian) (crying) (Italian) (Italian) god... Damn! Sonofa...Bitch! (Phone) yeah? It's dr. Melfi. Yeah, so. I tried your other number. If you want, I could fit you in tomorrow at 2:30. So, do I put you down? Nah, fuck it. Why do you say that? Gettin' by without it. There's no cure for life. Well... You think about it. I'll keep the hour open. Yeah.
"A". "B". "A"! "B". "A". "B". Outstanding. A case in point. Words are only words. You just saw two actors have an entire conversation saying only "a" and the other responding "b". Mitch, Christopher? Want to give it a try? "A". Stop it! Christopher! This is inappropriate! We do not hit! Oh, my god... Jesus! Are you okay? Are you alright?
Ah! Oh, my god, sorry... I think it's broken. We should get you to a doctor. There's nothing they can do for a broken toe. They just tape it up and send you home. I've been there. Babe, I don't understand, the guy didn't say anything? He didn't have to, that was the point of the whole fuckin' exercise. But he didn't flip you off or nothing. You said so yourself. Maybe doing that scene brought up some bad feelings. What scene? You know, where he was supposed to be your father. You said the class all clapped and everything. I was fuckin' acting. I was better than mitch, that's all. Even I knew that. Maybe he really reminded you of your father and that's why you got so into it. And maybe that's why you hit him tonight. My father? All those feelings you have about how he died so young. Oh, fuck that. Acting is mostly feelings... Unless the actor's driving a car, sword-fighting or something. You want to write? Feelings is what it's all about. Revealing your innermost feelings is the best kind of writing. And how do you know what it's all about, huh? From writing down orders at the fuckin' restaurant? Ow! Alright, take it easy! Your whole thing with script writing, who else is behind you? Who even knows about it? I hated seeing you suffer with that writer's block. When I read the ad in the paper, "acting for writers", I couldn't wait to get it for you for your birthday. I'm sorry. Adriana, I'm sorry!
Are you still taking your medication? Off and on. Well , you should either take it or don't take it, okay? In the coffee shop, you mentioned that you had a panic attack that led to an automobile accident. That seems like years ago. You mean, you're so busy, or you mean that you're angry with me for not agreeing to treat you then? I found out a little medical history. My old man had the same thing. Panic attacks followed by passin' out. Cracked his head open on a cigarette machine. Interesting. Interesting? That's it? You're not gonna send me for fuckin' tests or something? Did you read the article in "the times"? Anthony, what is it you want to achieve here? What I want to achieve? I wanna stop passin' out. I wanna stop fuckin' panicking. I want to direct my power and my fuckin' anger against the people in my life that deserve it. I wanna be in total control. There's no such thing as total control. Of course there is. You want to be a better gang leader, read "the art of war" by sun zu. You know what? Fuck you. You know who I am and you know what I do. You called me. You know where I was yesterday when you called? I was outside a whorehouse while the guy that works for me was inside beating the shit out of a guy that owes me money. Broke his arm, put a bullet in his kneecap. How'd that make you feel? I wished it was me in there. Giving the beating or taking it?
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