limits.
i brought those
arugula seeds
all the way back from italy
in my shaving kit.
- eden, get the fuck
out of there!
- fuck off.
- i wasn't going through your purse!
i was movin' it
and it fell.
go fuck yourself,
you guinea bastard!
good afternoon, mr. moltisanti.
room 812, please.
- yes.
- hey, sir kingsley.
it's chris moltisanti
from yesterday?
i spoke with jay
and he's working on that
new york meeting right now.
fine, but that's not what
i'm calling about, though.
that luxury lounge thing,
can you get me in there?
i don't know. my publicist
handles all that stuff.
- so, can you call 'em?
- i don't know
how my publicist
can help you, you know?
all right.
yeah, in the city then.
my partner went back.
friend of his died
recently. guy's wife
is having a breakdown.
he'll call you.
that's security, eden! they're
gonna blow that door open!
fuck you!
- fuck.
- i know, i gotta get it together.
black truffle doesn't have the
intensity of white so you gotta use more.
i'll be at my investing club at
the learning annex with my cell
if you have to call,
but try not to.
sandy,
about the meeting...
- oh, everybody knows you're upset.
- i know.
but alonzo's coat, you
told me that in confidence.
i thought you
needed to know.
i also think-- well,
it's probably nothing,
but yesterday martina was showing
off these caovilla sandals.
i know she makes
more than me,
but they cost
like $600.
you should get back
to the coat room.
hold on a second.
i wanna ask you something.
- i knew it.
- i'm sorry. i'll pay you back.
- how could you do this to me?
- you were so mean to me.
like helping you find the
apartment? teaching you to drive?
as soon as you found out i wasn't going
to fuck you, you started picking on me.
i wanna fuck you? you certainly
have a high opinion of yourself.
you stare at me
like food.
well i never
fuck you.
- i go to benny and we laugh at you...
- benny.
...when i fuck him
in the pile of money
that we take from
your stupid customers.
you're fired.
oh yeah?
oh, who's laughing now?
oh, what do you think? i can't press
charges 'cause of my friendship with tony?!
three months
you worked here!
you think that doesn't go
on your permanent record?!
we lead the world in
computerized data collection!
artie, you know
what time it is?
- we need to talk.
- now?
my wife is pregnant.
she needs to sleep.
martina told me about your
little credit card business.
step outside, ben.
i'll be outside
a minute, honey.
look.
you're upset,
all right?
but it's not my fault.
that little trick got greedy.
oh, so she's
a little trick, huh?
i was gonna cut you in,
but now you're acting stupid.
regular people are
all fucking stupid.
you want some more?!
piece of dogshit!
little, crazy,
motherfucking
meatball dogshit!
yeah, i'm stupid.
ho! there he is.
how you doing?
- great, thanks.
- this is murmur.
- you heading to the pool?
- massage.
oh.
listen. you get a chance to call
about that luxury lounge for me?
well, it's like
i explained...
there's nothing very much
i can do about it.
- you see, they decide whom they give it to.
- very important people,
like you, right? 'cause
you're a very important person.
to them, i guess.
murmur's an interesting name.
what's the genesis?
i had a heart murmur
when i was a kid.
they just keep
handing stuff out, huh?
the coolest shit
in the world
to the people
who need it the least.
look. i think you've
misunderstood something.
i give most
of that stuff away
to homeless shelters, the rest
i give to charity auctions.
- not to your godson?
- i agree with you,
the whole thing's obscene,
and it's nothing
compared to the situation
at award shows.
presenters get about $30,000
worth of merchandise
in those baskets.
that's a year's salary
for some people.
go figure.
hopefully we can spread
some of that lolly