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Come on... Come on, kid!
We're gonna make it. Fuck!
Come on, Oleg. Stay with me!
Come on!
We're gonna make it.
We're gonna crash!
We're good.
It's all looking very good.
Nobody fucking moves!
Get down on the ground.
- Get down.
- Now, you cocksuckers!
You heard him! Get down!
You're making the biggest mistake...
Shut up! Down, motherfuckers!
Everybody! Eat the fucking floor!
Now, very fucking carefully
reach into your jackets and take out
whatever you're packing
and slide it under the bed.
Come on! All of you! Move it!
Come on, fuckheads! Keep it moving. Now!
You better spend it real quick, shit bags.
You ain't long for this fucking world.
Yeah, right,
I'll be sure to have a Mai Tai on you.
On all you goombah fucks.
Ja, man. I'll have one on you too.
- Go, go, go! Come on!
- Move! Move! Move!
Hurry up! Get going! Move!
Let's go! Let's go!
Come on.
Come on. Now!
No, man.
We don't give a fuck about these niggers.
Now, you spill Perello blood,
you're deep six invested.
Walk clean.
Piss on Perello blood. Fuck him!
I don't think so.
Son of a bitch!
I don't give up you fuck!
What? Where you going, you fuck?
We can work this out. Let's talk.
Fuck you!
Shut... the fuck up!
Where the fuck you reaching? Huh?
Tell you what, have a Mai Tai on me, huh?
Fuck me. He's a cop!
A fucking cop!
Get the shit and let's go. Now!
Hurry the fuck up!
Fucking dirty mooks.
Fuck's sakes.
Is there one fucking honest cop
in this fucking city?
Give me your gun.
Take this shit and get rid of it,
and do me a favor.
Don't fuck it up.
Never, dickwad!
Sorry. Are you OK?
Oh, shit. I didn't mean to do that.
Hey, boss.
You whacking off to the E channel again? Huh?
Just wanna smell you. Just like that.
You didn't call, you son of a bitch.
Let me guess.
My pearls you've been promising?
It's nothing, just a little recycling.
Joey, come on.
If Tommy ever found out about that...
Just remember,
it's just our little insurance policy, all right?
Cos there's no way in hell I'm gonna be
thinking about getting some of this...
looking at you through some glass window.
There's no fuckin' way.
Now, Joey, come on. No, no, no, no.
No. No!
Come on, baby. Baby, look at me.
- What?
- Nicky's around.
Nicky's busy.
I'll be quick and real quiet, come on.
Quiet? I don't think so. Quick, I can believe.
- You know something, Mrs. G?
- What?
You're bad.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- I've got a rep.
- Yeah? You got a rep?
You got a cruisey rep?
I heard she likes to make it
on washing machines.
On select occasions. What else?
Oh, no, no, no. My sauce!
- My sauce is burning!
- Wait, that's how I like it!
- Fuck! Come on!
- Hey!
You use language like that,
you ain't getting no after-dinner dessert.
Go find Nicky.
I think he's up in the bedroom with Oleg.
Why's he always with that Russky kid?
Don't he have no other friends?
Joey, you know, they get along. It's fine.
What do you want?
I don't want him going over there no more.
That's what I want.
I know. He knows.
He knows.
I'll go get him.
Yo, Nick. Dinner.
Oh, shit.
Come on.
Get down.
Can Oleg stay?
It's already been three times this week.
I'm sure his mom would like to have him home.
It's OK. I'm not even hungry.
I'll see you tomorrow. Go Razors.
You, go wash up. Those hands are scary.
Good night, Oleg.
Good night, Mrs. Gazelle.
He's not even up there.
They turned the basement
into a sports complex again.
- How many times am I supposed to tell him?
- What do you want? They're just boys.
Dad, I won't do it again, I swear.
Don't you expect me to make book on that.
Now, go get your grandfather.
I just washed my hands.
All right.
Hey, Nick.
Razors and Blues Friday night. 120 yellow, pal.
No way!
It's gonna be a death match
between Chester and Erlich!
They're going

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