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fine,
But ma couldn't stand that
as her babies got older,
They separated from her.
When they started
to talk and express ideas,
That's when
the trouble started.
It wasn't that
she didn't love us.
Mmm-Mmm!
You've been a solid
performer for some time now.
Plus, you're my
brother-In-Law.
You get older,
you think about things.
You're a young man.
We both are.
- World's still in front of us.
- Boss.
My estimate historically,
80% of the time it ends up
in the can like Johnny Sack
Or on the embalming table
at cozarelli's.
Don't even say it.
No risk, no reward.
I mean, yeah, our line
of work, it's always out there.
You probably don't even hear
it when it happens, right?
Ask your friend
in there on the wall.
Listen to us.
Morbid fucks.
Come to think of it, you never popped
your cherry in that regard, right?
No.
Yet your old man was
the fucking Terminator.
I come close.
I done other shit,
but no.
A salut'.
It's a big fat pain
in the balls.
Especially now
with DNA evidence.
My pop never
wanted it for me.
He said there were times
with all the worry
That he wished he could have
stayed in the shop full-Time,
Just cut hair.
To be honest, I'd rather he
fucking shot me than cut my hair.
There's somebody I've been
bringing along to insulate myself
From the stuff that
could bring down a boss,
And take care of Carmela
too, in case...
God forbid.
Now maybe
Between me
and this person...
there's diverging agendas.
- Sorry to hear it.
- It happens.
Thing is, the newark
facilities manager,
He's gonna fix it so we do
all the window replacements
In the projects.
I was thinking maybe
you should work that.
I'm honored just
to be considered.
Then we'll see what happens
after that, long-Term.
- Time for presents.
- And grappa.
I told you people I didn't
want any presents, just...
just a few kind words.
That was my father's line
every year.
I get the joke,
believe me.
"Soprano home movies."
I had all the super 8s from
when we were kids transferred.
Oh, cool.
It's really
very thoughtful.
Thank you.
- Uh-Oh.
- Oh, look at these.
Oh, look at this.
Tailor-Mades, wow!
You're not just a funny,
smart, lovable,
Good-Looking guy.
- You're mine."
- Aww.
- Thank you, baby.
- Happy birthday.
Cent' ann', Anthony.
Oh, wait wait.
To have my health,
To be in this
beautiful spot
With people
that I love--
- I couldn't ask for more.
- Salut'.
Six.
Community chest.
"Pay hospital $100."
Fuck me.
What are you doing?
It goes in the bank.
- We play the free parking rule.
- What free parking rule?
Money from community chest and
chance goes into the middle.
Whoever lands on free
parking ge the money.
You show me that
in the rules.
Technically it isn't in the rules,
but a lot of people play it that way.
It adds a whole new level
of excitement to the game.
I don't agree with that.
When we were growing up in our
house, this is how we played.
You know, the parker brothers
took time to think this all out.
I think we should
respect that.
Fuck the parker brothers.
Just play the game.
Out of grappa.
How about some rmy?
- 9, 10, 11...
- Yay!
- Fuck.
- Marvin gardens
With two houses--
360 simoleons.
Don't throw the money
at me. Hand it to me.
I saw that.
- Saw what?
- You just kyped $500 from the bank.
God damn it, Tony!
I beg your pardon,
my sweet little potato.
You asshole.
- Free parking, baby.
- This is bullshit.
You take a game of skill and
you make it just about luck.
Are you listening
to this fucking crybaby?
How about I make up
my own fucking rules?
How about every time I land
on one of my properties,
I get $100.
How about that?
How about that?
How about that?
Whose turn is it,
my turn?
It was mine.
Okay.
Here's $150.
I want to put a house
on ventnor.
Daddy!
She wants to say
good night again.
- Aww.
- You gotta go to bed, baby.
Come here, my sweetie.
Yes, so if you go
to bed,
You
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