around.
we'll get you
that script.
hell of a tub here, guys.
sea, sun. i'm gonna
make it my second home.
- anybody else hungry? huh?
- we'll get lunch started.
- artie, another margarita?
- i could say no, but i won't.
you lost
your fucking mind?
the shit you're in with that kid,
which you brought on yourself.
brought on myself?
oh, i suppose you let
a certain element into your
world, you're asking for it.
- oh!
- jesus fucking christ, tony,
- how could you pull that scam at my place?
- come on,
you know i never would've
let that happen if i'd known.
you're innocent, i get it.
i'm justther victim
- of benny fazio, criminal mastermind.
- that's right.
and once you found out, instead
of putting him in the e.r.,
you should've come to me. he
says he's gonna kill you, artie.
i can't take
american express now, ton'.
you know what that means? i have
to start with the fucking two-fers.
my accountant insisted.
are you happy?
life's not fair.
right, i know.
but somehow i believe my
dad's crap about honest work.
he used to say
to me, "you'll see.
pays off in the end."
what a joke.
i hate to see you like this,
you know that.
'cause you start
thinking crazy shit.
who's hungry?
- yeah?
- ben kingsley passed.
fuck.
you know, i tried
to be his friend,
i sent a muffin basket
with the script,
i tried everything.
you can kill me after
if you want,
- but he's a fucking dead man.
- calm down, ben.
he came to my house, tony,
where my wife was watching tv.
my wife, who's carrying
my unborn son.
i'm gonna take him to
that warehouse in paterson
- and drive fucking...
- nails into his balls. i know.
i heard you
the first time.
- you're having a son, huh?
- they showed us his cannoli
on the ultrasound
like a month ago.
that's beautiful.
oh, congratulations.
thank you.
i'm gonna tell you
this once--
it's over.
you drop it.
and frankly you should be very
happy i'm not gonna tax you.
i mean beside the fact you
know i grew up with the man,
you don't shit
where you eat.
and you really don't shit where i eat.
i know, and i'm sorry
about that, but--
and your parents'
anniversary party?
it's not going to be at da
giovanni's. it's gonna be at vesuvio.
what? tony,
look at my face.
he's going to apologize
to you, and give you a rate.
he's hurtin' too. and
it's the least you can do.
well ms. bacall, your limo
is second in line there.
oh, well i can take it
from here.
- you sure?
- yeah, thank you so much.
- okay, you're welcome.
- good night.
night.
- get the fuck away from me!
- what are you doing?!
somebody help us!
those guys!
ms. bacall,
don't move.
yes, an ambulance
by robinsons-may.
oh jesus,
my fucking arm.
- hmm?
- no.
there's a line outside.
okay, push the scampi. wholesaler
says they gotta get eaten tonight.
and don't spread out too much. we still
got the fazio party in the banquet room.
okay, sandy.
open the door.
hello. welcome.
do you have
low-salt selections?
ma, pop, order whatever you want.
i'm having
that loin of veal.
that's
the other place, ma.
this the young couple?
yes, my mom and dad.
cent'ann'!
- hundred years!
- cent'anni!
well, i hope you all enjoy.
you're all set for wine, cocktails?
- nothing?
- fine, thanks.
benny, can i get
you a martina?
- excuse me?
- a martina.
it's like a martini,
but it's from albania.
hmm. i never heard of it.
well, apparently
they go down real easy.
right, ben?
we're gonna look
at the menu.
good enough.
- you order for me.
- fine. the monkfish.
there's such
a strange consistency.
- ow!
- in front of my wife?!
fuck!
jesus! fuck, my hand!
shit! oh god!
oh fuck!
fuck! my hand!
oh my god!
oh my god!
oh my god, arthur!
somebody call 911 please!
look at this.
i had no idea. i'd have
booked another flight.
fuck.
where is everybody?
my father-in-law
don't wanna come.
him and carm
aren't speaking.
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