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fuck, i suppose
something inside me says
god bless, a' salut'.
who gives a shit?
i mean i had a second
chance. why shouldn't he?
part of your new outlook?
maybe.
i salute it, then.
tall fuckin' order,
i'll tell you that.
how so?
you can talk about every day being a
gift and stopping to smell the roses,
but regular life's got a way
of picking away at it.
your house,
the shit you own,
it drags you down.
your kids,
what they want.
one bad idea
after another.
just trying to work a cell phone
menu is enough to make you scream.
there's some cold pasta.
no, i ate already.
what's all that?
for the silent auction.
my busy little beaver.
not really.
look, ton', i haven't
wanted to bug you,
but before you'd
gotten hurt,
you said you would get
that building inspector
to cut me some slack so i
could get back to my business?
oh yeah, right right.
i will, later.
come here.
no, uh, i'm still not
ready for that.
last time i thought i tore
something from tensing my muscles.
no, i got something
for that scar.
oh.
vitamin e.
my facialist said it
will help get the red out.
you were right
about my uncle, carm.
all along.
it doesn't give me
any pleasure, believe me.
i should have cut him
out of my life.
i brought this
all on myself.
you did not.
don't ever think that.
all this, you never once
said "i told you so."
accentuate the positive.
i wanted you
to get better.
you know my shrink...
told me that, uh...
i stood by junior through
all his jealousy and shit...
trying to prove
i'm a good guy...
and that my mother couldn't
hate a good boy like that.
imagine laying
next to a guy 15 years
and all the time he's been
playing for the pink team.
who told you?
tony swore me to secrecy.
i'm not gonna
burn my sources.
anyway, it's all over
the place.
those children... imagine when they
find out their father's a finook.
god, she's such a bright
girl, marie spatafore.
you think she and vito
had some arrangement?
i just hope she
gets herself tested.
still, vito? he'd be like
the last one you'd suspect.
suspect of what?
wow, such a young lady!
yes, she's working
two jobs.
days she's interning at gendler,
lookstein, abruzzo & abruzzo.
what about vito?
nothing. him and marie are
having some problems, that's all.
- i can probably guess.
- excuse me?
huh-uh, i'm not
going first.
do you know
something?
okay...
he is possibly...
gay.
finn saw him giving
some guy a blowjob.
what?
when dad got him that job
in construction?
finn showed up early
one morning
and he saw vito in a car going
down on some security guard.
- oh my god!
- he saw this?
he had finn all freaked
out. he still does.
why didn't you
say something?
because vito
warned finn not to.
you gotta hear
what meadow just told us.
- mom!
- the cat's out of the bag, meadow.
oh, it's "dr. yank
'em," the painless dentist.
- how you doing, kid?
hey ton'.
hey--
- unfortunately, finn here
has got some bad news,
so, uh, listen up.
sit down.
go ahead.
tell 'em
what you saw.
don't be scared.
it's all right.
- all right, if we can just head over and have lunch.
- good morning.
good morning.
let me ask you
a question.
before he cornered you
in the porta-potty,
when the security guard
was sucking him off--
- whoa one sec, it was the other way around.
- what?
vito was blowing
the security guard.
son of a bitch!
catchin', not pitchin'?
he's not gonna know
i told you?
you ain't gonna have no
problem from vito, believe me.
- what are you gonna do?
- it'll be okay.
get him to pay
for some therapy.
look, why don't you...
why don't you go out front,
get yourself a sandwich,
any kind you like, huh?
soda.
when we're done here,
somebody will take you back.
all right.
i wanna kill
the fat faggot myself.
be a fuckin' honor.
cut off his pisciatil'
and feed it to him.
there can be no mistake now.
i can't believe
i stuck up
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