plus, i got business
interests there, so...
something like all immigrant
groups love to gamble.
listen, why don't...
me and you go get
some dinner?
i have a boyfriend.
i'm engaged.
i have a wife.
i'm married.
it's... you know,
we're talking business.
you just said you don't wanna
sell. what's there to discuss?
truth is i'm
very attracted to you.
maybe you read in the
papers that i got shot.
well, julianna,
that experience made
me appreciate life.
it's short. it could
end at any time,
and if you've got
the chance to do something
that might make you happy,
you should take it,
you know, like when
you left binghamton.
you're very persuasive.
and in the past,
i might have jumped.
like i said,
i'm engaged.
and things
are going well.
i think for once
in my life,
i will exercise
a little self-control.
thanks for the drink.
guy sent this over.
i saw that guy
in the field the other day.
when we were
practicing dummy drag,
he spent the whole time
in the bleachers stari.
yeah?
vince, come here.
join us.
he's a very funny guy.
great sense of humor.
- thanks for this.
- thanks.
my pleasure.
we were talking about
a call we had last month.
- we were lucky the roof held.
- did anyone hear that yma sumac scream
when the ceiling fan
came down? that was ron.
the goddamn thing
almost killed me.
- you would have
screamed too, you cunt.
fucking nancies.
don't argue now.
you know, guys, we've got to get serious
about the state muster next month.
last year hinsdale whipped
our butt in that ladder carry.
- what's that, a deuce?
- fat boy.
chromed out the forks.
- nice.
- you ride?
i always wanted a
panhead. never happened.
you should get a bike.
out here when the leaves
are changing,
blasting down
the daniel webster highway,
- there's nothing else like it.
- yeah.
i bet.
you know,
i'm glad you decided
to write your book
in our little town.
what the fuck you doing? what
are you, some kind of fag?
- guess i made a mistake.
- you sure as fuck did.
listen, closet queen, you can't
handle it-- don't sent out the signals.
dirty fighter, huh?
asshole.
see that?
you didn't even notice.
what?
that salami--
40% less fat
and sodium.
you know...
you're always
looking out for me.
- i'm very lucky to have you.
- mmm.
and don't you
forget it.
hey, prince albert,
you know what time it is?
huh?
these late nights
are getting to be
a real habit with you, a.j.
don't you have to work today?
look, i gotta
talk to you guys.
i need new clothes.
everything i have is so old.
you got money.
you sold your drums.
and i need that money
for living expenses.
what do you think
clothes are?
no, i mean nice clothes,
not socks and underwear.
oh, so you can go out
to the clubs with...
fernando.
that kid is a creep.
hernan. and he's not a
creep. he's my friend.
and i don't talk about
your friends that way.
when they were in school,
hernan's mother and i
were in the faculty
lunch committee.
- hernan has a reading disability.
- fuck that.
and we're not giving you
any more money.
frankly, a.j.,
i am a little concerned--
the clubs, sleeping late,
your lack of interest
in anything productive.
hey, i'm interested
in productive stuff,
just not stuff
you care about.
- i could run one of those clubs.
- what?
look, i'm not just partying
there. i'm learning.
i see what works,
what doesn't.
i could have a great club,
and really successful.
if you guys care so much
about my future,
then why don't you
stake me?
in a club?
get the hell out of here.
you pick up the garbage in
a lot of clubs in new york.
you know people. you could
help me. it's not like you can't
afford to set me up. you have
all the money in the world.
this is ridiculous.
manage a club, a.j.?
you've never even been
a busboy.
if you wanna get back
into event planning,
you should think about the
culinary institute in poughkeepsie.
culinary institute?