minnesota
And these gigantic
fat people
Buying stuff
And eating all
this shit.
You know, it's like
my parents.
I mean, you should
see our house.
I mean, the stupid
coffeemaker they got,
The media room.
Then there's blanca,
Her kid hardly talks.
She can't afford to send him
to a decent school.
You think your feelings
about blanca
In any way relate
to this African boy?
She's not black.
I mean,
She's pretty tan.
- Oh!
- There he is.
- Hey.
- Welcome back.
Welcome back, Ton'.
Good to see you again.
How was your trip?
Great.
Had a fuckin' blast.
Yeah?
Business too.
Christopher's shit.
Some fucking guys
out there owed him money.
Little Carmine took it on the
"cleaver" set. We had it framed.
Talk about a trip--
I met this girl,
she was fuckin' beautiful.
Oh yeah?
- Boys.
- Hey.
- We did peyote.
- Come on.
- Really?
- Bobby did mushrooms once.
Stuffed mushrooms,
a whole fuckin' platter.
Fuck you, huh?
Anyway, that's--
That's some nutty shit,
The desert...
the light.
I did "x" once. The
fucking was incredible.
Oh, yeah yeah, you kiddin'?
Off the fuckin' charts.
- You wouldn't believe it.
- Really?
And the sun...
came up...
oh yeah?
Well.
We saw stefano.
He didn't have
an envelope.
Any movement on that?
Eh, we should
probably see Phil.
I got dosed with acid once, back in '68.
I was with your dad
and them at the copa.
Fuckin' b.O.A.C stewardess
put it in my drink.
Jerry vale started
singing and I look over,
Your uncle jun's got laser
beams shooting out of his eyes.
I used to love
that house, but now...
it's so big,
especially at night.
You're afraid, you know,
all you got to do is call.
Right?
Two minutes,
I'll be over.
I know.
Thank you.
You've been so great.
Both of you.
Well, Meadow had another
mystery date.
That sounds exciting.
What are you doing?
Sit.
I made your favorite,
steak pizzaiol'.
You know they spray
a virus on beef
Rather than clean the ratshit
out of the slaughterhouses?
- What is this now?
- Jesus Christ.
It's true.
Read the paper.
I do
read the paper.
Never heard that.
I'm not talking
about the sports page.
I mean, the f.D.A.?
They approved a virus spray
Because it kills a similar
bacteria found on meat.
Must be
a good thing then.
Yeah.
For the meatpackers,
The fucking God
of the bottom line.
All right,
that's enough.
We're trying to eat here,
And you're upsetting people
that have been through a tragedy.
Fine. Bury your head
in the sand.
How about I bury yours
in that fuckin' wall instead?
- Tony.
- For 20 years, he won't crack a book,
All of a sudden he's the
world's foremost authority.
At least he's getting
an education.
An education's to help you
get a better job.
He's actually reading.
This can't be bad.
"The blood-Dimmed tide
is loosed,
And everywhere,
the ceremony of innocence
Is drowned;
The best lack
all conviction,
While the worst are full
of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation
Is at hand."
"...Somewhere in the sands
of the desert
A shape with lion body
And the head of a man, a gaze
blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs,
While all about it reel shadows
of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again;
But now I know that
twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare
by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast,
its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards bethlehem
to be born?"
Hey, Tony.
You don't look
so good.
This job.
You want a sandwich?
A cannoli
On the house?
No, this microbe
of mine--
From Pakistan.
- Still?
- You got a minute?
We'd like to show you
some pictures.
Angelina Jolie,
I hope.
These the gentlemen?
That's them.
What the fuck?
What?
Don't know.
Financing, maybe.
- Maybe?
- Yeah.
Honestly, I'm not even sure we
still have them in the country.