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the human
condition.
what is?
i don't know.
yeah, this is peter gaultieri.
i'm calling for the result
of my biopsy again.
i'm sorry, sir.
they're still not in.
this is cancer
we're talking about.
i understand, sir. you'll
have to call back tomorrow.
gimme an espresso...
and don't touch the lemon
rind with your fingers.
hello, paulie.
what are you
doing here?
the home. it's one
of our outings.
so you're still
over there, huh?
they've been very nice,
and your brother's trying
to work out an arrangement.
is it true
what they're saying?
who? about what?
the ride,
the one that broke.
you need to make
a novena, paulie.
- those poor children.
- what are you talking about?
you let st. elzear
go without his hat.
will you listen to this?
fuck that voodoo, huh?
you cursed your mother,
a blessed nun.
she had it coming.
you both did.
i didn't bring
you up like that.
you're a fake. that's
how you brung me up.
fuck the two of you.
sir, your espresso.
so in keeping with this
longstanding tradition
of doing everything
ass-fucking-backwards,
we are gathered here tonight for the
bachelor party of already-married man
christopher moltisanti.
and like i always say,
a man is not complete
till he's married.
then he's finished.
chrissy.
- congratulations. t.
- thanks.
should we order?
- yeah, what the fuck are the specials?
- artie.
i gotta go, ton'.
the kids.
- have fun tonight, huh?
- all right.
- specials, gentlemen.
- pray tell, my good man.
i got lamb tonight, grilled,
garlic, little rosemary.
rosemary,
i'll eat her.
hey, t.
you're doing a heck
of a job there, brownie.
huh?
this thing with the ride,
the shit with bobby,
you settle it
and you settle it now.
and not just 'cause
she's my sister, either.
- ton', i-- - you put
little kids in jeopardy
at the hands
of some fucking redneck?
not to mention you leave little
paulie alone to deal with the cops.
i thought he had it
under control.
let me ask you a question
about the feast.
do we need negative press?
with all the competition
out there
for the entertainment
dollar, dvds,
the internet?
you're right, ton'.
what happened to
the regular ride guy,
the guy we used
last year?
for what he wanted to charge,
i'm getting killed here, ton'.
when your dad had st.
elzear's, it was a cash cow,
and it was easy. nowadays,
between paying the church,
these puerto ricans now,
ha, my profit shrunk
to nothing.
if it don't work as a
business, get rid of it.
not for nothing, but a lot of
that feast goes in your pocket.
i got a lot
on my mind, t.
- i'm sorry.
- like what?
i had a biopsy.
i might have
prostate cancer.
well, it's a biopsy,
right?
nine times out of 10, these
things come back clean.
- i don't know.
- what don't you know?
don't work yourself up into
a state like you do, hmm?
i've been having headaches.
i'm afraid maybe the thing
metastasized.
jesus, will you
listen to yourself, huh?
with all your weird fucking shit
about your body and the germophobias.
- you don't know shit yet.
- it's true.
i'd rather face 10 guys with
shivs than something i can't see.
exactly. you're too
susceptible to the psychics
and the dream messages and
dirty fucking toilet seats.
it's a biopsy.
get a grip.
you're right, t.
you know, and negative thinking
can help bring this shit on.
work something out
with bobby, huh?
and eddie lind's coming down from
pennsylvania with an envelope.
meet him at the bing.
you call him,
you set up a time.
there he is,
the bad lieutenant.
hey.
i sold mine.
$300 for the five cases.
oh, i had a heater put in
the bloomfield wire room.
guys were complaining.
well, good.
yeah, yeah,
that's good.
what's new with you?
copasetic.
"we're with the vipers."
- fun night.
- fuckin' a.
"take it easy.
take it easy."
10-4.
you remember the look
on the other guy's face?
oh, the fucking
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