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hip?
- hey, anthony. i need your help.
- what?
- those nigger fucking whores,
they play that
music so loud.
now that's not nice. those
are puerto ricans, mrs. conte.
i ask 'em nice
to turn it down.
they tell me
to go fuck myself.
- i'll see what i can do.
- thanks.
- hey, how's junior? tell him i said hello.
- yeah.
you know, i been
meaning to ask you,
chicken or the egg?
you wanna weigh in?
that same stupid joke,
huh?
- how are you?
- good good.
so how's business?
mezzo mezz'?
- believe it or not, better than ever.
- glad to hear it.
i'll have to raise
your rent.
see, when you hold
your knife with your blade
facing your opponent, you
got a lot better control.
plus, you protect
the forearm.
no, if you got the tip pointing
at him, you get more distance.
you could swipe his abdomen
and fucking gut him.
see, that's stupid. look how
your range of motion is limited.
it's so easy for him to step
back, grab your fucking arm,
- take your knife away.
- could someone please check us out?
yo, hernan.
sure, what time?
cool.
no problem.
i can cover tonight.
- i'm totally
fucking minted. later.
yeah?
i'm at work.
what do you think?
he stepped on a nail?
fuck.
how far did it
go in?
- fuck!
- would you mind?
i better call
you back. bye.
that was hernan?
he was such a dick
in high school.
well, he was a senior.
what do you expect?
they always shit
on the underclassmen.
the kid spds
every night
in some fucking club
in new york,
sleeps till noon, puts in a
couple hours at blockbuster,
and that's it.
and since my injury,
like i told you,
i've been more,
you know...
accepting. be grateful
for what you got.
but maybe that's wrong.
maybe i should be on the kid.
my dad would have kicked my
lazy ass out of the house.
really?
it's the chopping off
of the guy's finger, right?
i never should have told you 'cause
that's all you fixate on with him.
can you empathize
with a.j. at that age?
yeah, i had some
problems at school,
but i didn't vegetate.
- what?
- these are different times.
people today are bombarded
with so much information,
so much input
of every kind.
consequently,
true adulthood
is delayed.
sociologists say
that 26
is in fact
the new 21.
and the new 26
is what?
i'm 46, so that means
i'm what, 35?
my father isn't
an old man.
it's ridiculous to let
himself disintegrate like this.
how's it going
with patient soprano?
- what?
- i'm talking about my father, elliot.
- i thought you were done.
- it happens too often.
i think that's
a non-sequitur accusation.
why don't you just
admit he's a gangster?
he was gunned down,
and you're into it
on a tabloid level.
you devoted quite a chunk
of last visit to him.
i'm responding to that.
nothing's changed, okay?
he refuses to really engage
on this trauma the uncle caused.
and i think it's just
a matter of time
before he totally
decompensates.
has he cried
or reported crying
at all about
this man buster?
junior, no.
hmm.
this omerta concept
comes from
a pre-therapeutic culture.
this isn't omerta.
it's something else.
hey, man...
park it in the garage
on 14th street,
not the other shithole.
watch for potholes.
what's going on, man?
how's it going?
good to see you.
his dad's
really a gangster?
capo di tutti capi.
what's that mean?
- how old are you?
- 20.
- shut up.
- 15.
- how old are you?
- 18.
when i take "e,"
my feet get cold.
that ever happen
to you?
i wear special socks.
let's go uptown to my
crib and get more twisted,
if that's possible.
- oh, it's possible.
- i could give you a massage.
yeah. yeah, you could.
oh, yeah, all right.
we all good?
yeah, it's cool.
mr. soprano,
zasu said to tell you
he's honored to
have you in the club.
and please,
regards to your dad.
okay.
oh, yeah, right.
what can i do
for you, phil?
vito.
do we know
where he's at?
well, that really
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