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be good
with all the crews.
excuse me? you were all hot to trot.
i got enough complications
in my life.
feds up my ass.
for business reasons,
okay,
but for political
correctness?
ooh, check it out.
i could do that,
no problem.
wait here.
i'll get your viagra.
let me tell you something, for
two months after the shooting,
as far as snatch
was concerned,
didn't even have a hard-on
when i woke up in the morning.
- like sil.
- bullet didn't fuck with the plumbing though.
no no, thank god.
it's just the effects
of the physical trauma.
doc said it was part
of the healing process.
i must be healed now
because i got a baguette
in my pants now 24/7.
affirmation of life.
hey, she's coming
this way.
put money in the meter
or something.
anthony soprano.
- yeah.
- julianna skiff,
century 21.
you got a minute?
sure.
cannoli?
no, thank you.
you own the building at 217
franklin, right around the corner,
currently occupied
by caputo live poultry.
i represent
the jamba juice company.
they're interested
in purchasing the property.
jamba juice...
wants to put a store
in around here?
well, you must have noticed
the area's on an upswing.
you know the old glove
factory across the park,
over by the cathedral,
beautiful renovation.
i just bought
a loft there myself.
person like yourself's a wonderful
addition to the neighborhood.
jamba juice is willing
to pay $175 a square foot.
public records show the
building at 1,800 square feet.
so that makes a purchase
price of $315,000.
you ever buy eggs
from caputo?
frankly, i'm not wild
about the smell in there.
let me tell ya, his eggs
taste 10 times better
than any of the ones you get in
the supermarket. chickens too.
businesses relocate
all the time.
no, this would be a real loss
for the neighborhood.
don't you live out
in north caldwell?
yeah, my family made
the trek up guinea gulch.
bloomfield avenue.
but my roots here
go way back.
my grandfather came from avellino
like most of the people around here,
and i grew up right over there. my
father was an early community leader.
mm-hmm.
how about you?
where're you from?
upstate new york.
- binghamton.
- how'd you wind up here?
my parents have
a catering business,
something to leave
to the kids, right?
only i didn't see myself making
salisbury steak for the next 30 years.
so i left home at 17.
- rebellious.
- just a low tolerance for boredom.
so interested,
not interested?
i'm interested.
but as far as
the property's concerned,
175 a square foot's
a little low.
and...
i don't wanna sell out
from under the guy.
good morning, vince.
the usual?
- been dreaming of those johnny cakes.
- can't beat jim's johnny cakes.
i saw you at
the fire last night.
you got balls, my friend.
you don't get paid
for that, right?
we're all volunteers.
back where i come from,
you join the fire department
to steal shit
from people's bedrooms.
- how's the book coming?
- it's fucking slow today.
- writer's block, huh?
- let's just say i like eating a lot more than writing.
and you don't help any.
everything you make
is fucking delicious.
you know...
i don't know
how you do it.
i can't even
write a letter.
i saw graziano
fight sugar ray in 1952.
i took a train
to chicago.
maybe you should
interview me.
maybe i will.
i thought you were writing
a book about rocky marciano.
well, you can't talk about
one without the other.
marciano--
now that was
a tragic death.
now what was the year he
fought joe louis-- '49?
yeah.
actually, i think
it was '51.
when you told me you
were writing a book,
i looked him up
on the internet.
i don't know where
my fucking head is today.
maybe you're working
too hard.
yeah.
it must be lonely
sometimes-- being a writer.
you get used to it.
hey, dad, i left my
science project in the back.
don't lose
my glue gun.
hey, mrs. conte.
como esta?
- how's the
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