it.
Deek!
Deek deek deek deek!
All right, yeah...
No, definitely.
In like 20 minutes.
- Yeah!
- All right, bye.
Yo, Donna Amato, they're having a
party and guess who's over there?
- Victor.
- That welchin' little prick,
you fuckin' kidding me?
You wanna come?
Oh I don't know.
I'm just gonna hang here.
Oh come on!
It'll be fun!
11 more credits and I can
transfer to Syracuse.
Their business program
is awesome.
Hey, you made it.
Fuck.
Vic, where are you
goin', buddy?
I was just grabbing a beer.
What's up?
Listen, I'm getting
your money, okay?
- No, yeah.
- Cool, great.
Let's take a ride and
talk about it, all right?
Come on, guys,
stop.
What's going on?
Nothin', we're just
fuckin' around.
- Get in the fuckin' car!
- No!
Get in the fuckin' car!
Fuckin' deadbeat.
You know what happens when
you don't fuckin' pay?
Stop stop!
What, are you gonna cry?
What are we,
fuckin' assholes?
Come on, man.
Where's the shit?
Yo, help us hold him down,
come on.
- Come on!
- Get off me!
- No!
- Quit kickin', bitch!
Get his shoes.
Hey, dude, you ever
take chemistry?
'Cause Dr. Parisi and me, we're
gonna do a little experiment.
We want to see what happens when
you mix sulfuric acid with toe jam.
Fuck no!
No! No!
Don't, don't,
don't do it, fuck!
That hurt?
- You little bitch.
- No!
I mean,
you have a kid,
and they look at you...
You look back.
And you're looking
at yourself, really.
Or part of you,
plus another person...
That love.
I look at
her eyes, man,
and she looks up,
back at me...
How the fuck do I put
myself up for adoption?
- What?
- Nothing, go ahead.
- She ain't adopted, Paulie.
- I'm kidding.
What were you saying?
My point...
What the fuck was...
Is babies.
They're the future.
Do you realize by the time
Caitlin's out of college,
it'll be like,
the year 2027 or something?
She takes after you, she won't
be out of fourth grade by then.
Look, by that time, she'll be
working here, so who gives a shit?
- Ho, what are you doing?
- Nothin'.
- Oh!
- Come on, come on.
- We're just fuckin' around.
- It's late.
I gotta go.
- Hello?
- It's me.
I'm fuckin'
losing it, man.
Chris,
it's 11-fuckin'-30.
Well, you're awake,
though, right?
I'm sorry.
You sleepin'?
I'm working. I'm on a
deadline for a "Law & Order."
Marianne's
left me alone.
How much did you drink?
I don't know.
A lot.
I'm gonna make some coffee, and
then we're gonna call your sponsor.
He's gone. Eddie,
he's away someplace...
Philadelphia.
This fuckin'
Paulie, man.
You think he's your
friend, this cocksucker,
all these pricks...
What are you doing?
You're drunk.
I'm making coffee.
I don't want
fuckin' coffee.
It's an urban myth,
anyway.
- What do you write?
- "Law & Order."
I'll give you stories
make your fuckin' head curl...
The shit I seen.
Fuck that, the shit
I did personally.
I don't want
to hear it.
What you need to do is sober
up and get to a meeting.
That's your
fuckin' answer?
It is the answer.
Work the program.
You know,
you're a fuckin' robot.
Anybody ever
tell you that?
You got any fuckin'
emotion in there?
I don't know about you,
but my friends
have abandoned me.
I've been totally
fuckin' ostrafied.
Because when
we drink and we use,
we are not pleasant
to be around.
My heart's fuckin' breaking
and you're blowing me off?
You know, my father
fuckin' abandoned me.
I thought he was shot.
You have any idea,
if I wanted,
what I could do
to these pricks?
One phone call
and it's over.
The whole fuckin' castle
comes down...
Whoa whoa whoa!
Do you remember
my girlfriend, Adriana...
My fiancee?
My friend,
ralph cifaretto?
- I know shit, my friend.
- Chris, come on!
Serious fuckin'
things,
that would have
major implications
on a lot of
fuckin' people...
Chris, I shouldn't
hear this shit.
I know, right.
You said.
You just want to write
about it, leech off me.
I'm trying
to help you, man.
That