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( Closes Drawer )
What?
Sit Down.
Come On.
I'm Sorry.
I Really Am.
You Did Real Good
With That House.
And I Should Know.
I'm In Construction.
I'm Glad To Hear
You Approve.
I Have Been Losing.
I'm Fuckin' Losing
Right Now.
On A Shitty Streak.
So Your Solution Is To
Risk More And Make Things
Even Worse?
You Start Chasing It.
And Every Time You Get
Your Hands Around It...
You Fall Further
Backwards.
So This Is About Money?
'Cause It Didn't Feel Like It.
Carm, I Swear To You,
You'Re Not Gonna Be
Like Ginny.
I'Ve Been Real Good
About That,
And Frankly, It's Not
Gonna Happen To Us.
And I Hate That You'Re
Going Around Acting All
The Time Like It Will.
I Worry, Tony.
I Do.
You Already Got Shot.
Now You Won't Even
Go Down And Get The Paper.
Who Is Out There?
- Come On...
- What Is It?
What Are The Million
Other Possibilits?
The Fbi Waiting
To Take You Away?
Right? You Eat
And You Play,
And You Pretend Like
There's Not A Giant Piano
Hanging By A Rope
Just Over The Top Of
Your Head Every Minute
Of Every Day.
See, That's It, Okay?
I'Ve Been Thinking About This.
Now, I Survived A Fuckin'
Gunshot Wound.
What Are The Odds
On That?
Terrible.
So If You Think About It,
Big-Picturewise,
I'm Up.
What?
Way Up.
That Was Me,
Not A Fireboat.
10:30.
10:30. What Would You
Like For Breakfast? Hmm?
Renata?
Renata?
Oh God, No.
Wait Wait,
Renata.
( Dialing )
Renata.
Renata, Please,
Oh, Wait.
- Renata, Renata.
- Woman: 911. What Is The
Emergency?
( Sobbing )
( Knocking On Door )
She Was A Great Girl.
Thanks.
The Best.
I--
I Brought Your Money.
Sorry For Your Loss.
( Jazz Playing )
When I was a child
I had a fever #
# My hands felt like just
two balloons #
What are you doing up
so early?
I couldn't sleep.
- You want breakfast?
- Yeah, all right.
- Anthony.
- What?
I am making
french toast.
I'm not hungry. Jesus, how
many times you gonna ask me?
You've heard the term comfort food.
Maybe it'll make you feel better.
I know this is hard
for you to believe,
but food may not be
the answer to every problem.
- Neither is acting like a whiny little bitch.
- Tony.
I'll eat at work,
okay?
My shitty-ass
pizza job.
If it's so horrible,
take a day off.
My fiancee left me.
That job is all I have
in my life.
It's better to have loved
and lost, AJ.
- What?
- It is.
I feel bad for him,
but what the fuck?
Why's he gotta
take it out on us?
I'm looking
for a miter saw.
I got the Makita, carbide
blade, laser guide.
- Lists for $600... $200.
- Sold.
- Mike, you got that? The Makita.
- Yeah.
Cheese it.
It's the off-duty cops.
- You know my son-in-law Chris,
the movie producer? - How you doing?
- Let me know about that ticket.
- It's squashed, forget it.
Thanks. How you doing?
How's my little girl?
- Good. You coming Sunday, right?
- Yeah. 2:00, she said.
For you. Tell your friend Paulie
to keep these power tools coming.
Madonn', those fucking belt
sanders flying off the shelves, huh?
You ain't seen this
many cops lined up
since the centennial
of Dunkin' Donuts.
They're all handymen.
They got side jobs so they can
afford those 18-foot bass boats.
Cataldo, that state trooper, he's
putting a drop ceiling in my basement.
Thanks, sweetie.
12k in there.
I took my cut.
I'm seeing Al again
next week.
- To business.
- You're gonna jinx me? Toast with water?
It's club soda.
What's your problem?
You got the problem, my friend.
You're a real fucking drip lately.
When I was using,
I was a disgrace.
Now I'm sober, and I'm a drip.
The fuck you want from me?
How's about being normal?
That so fucking hard?
Actually, yeah, Paulie,
for some of us it is.
Don't get cunty.
I'm breaking your balls.
What do you say
we take a ride?
Little prime rib?
On me.
- Maybe next time.
- What are you, watching your cholesterol now, too?
Yeah, you're fucking
hilarious.
Hey, Tony.
What's the good
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