get fucking
smoked turkey in this house?
- what?
- i bust my ass all day long,
when i come home i want
a little smoked turkey.
is that too fucking much
to ask?!
what the fuck
is your problem?!
everything but fucking
turkey in here!
did you hear?
a goddamn juice place
moving in here.
what jews?
juice.
jamba juice.
you boss went
and sold the building.
he sold the building?
i got a kid in college!
where are
my fucking eggs?
what the fuck is happening
to this neighborhood?
synch: frm
1000frhow much blood will
you shed to stay alive, michael?
live or die,
make your choice.
who the fuck are you?
- what the fuck
you doing in there?
we're gonna
miss the previews.
what?
tell me your earring went
in the fucking drain again.
i'm pregnant.
i know it's my fault. i know i shouldn't
have let you take off the rubber.
i thought we were okay. i was due for
my period. my cycle's like clockwork.
stop.
- i'll call the clinic tomorrow.
- stop talking.
let's get married.
what?
we'll drive to a.c.,
make a day out of it.
are you serious?
christopher.
i love you.
- my baby.
- yeah.
my ex, she couldn't have
kids, and i wanted 'em so bad.
- the one who
ran out on you?
you can bet she's having some
other asshole's kid, though.
that fucking tramp.
elzear, patron saint
of zeppoles.
could use a shot
of lacquer.
- fix that halo, too.
- shh!
hello.
mr. gaultieri,
i'm father jose.
i'm mr. gaultieri.
where's father felix?
unfortunately he's ill.
he's having bypass surgery.
he asked me to fill in.
you know mr. russamano from
the neighborhood association.
sure, paulie, chuck,
how you feeling?
he was an altar boy.
ahh.
so the feast
of st. elzear.
father felix brought me
up to speed.
i'd like to hear your
ideas for this year.
well, there ain't much
to talk about.
it's all done through
our nonprofit corporation.
we close the streets
for five days,
hire the food vendors,
rides, et cetera.
day two, we start
the procession,
push the statue up
and down the block.
you say a couple
of prayers and that's that.
all's said and done,
you get your end.
about that, as i was
telling mr. russamano,
frankly $10,000
struck me as quite low.
it is what it is.
look, i'm new here. i certainly
don't wanna rock the boat.
i realize there are certain
neighborhood traditions.
it's just that given the current
costs, we feel an increase
- is long overdue.
- what kind of increase?
we feel $50,000 would be
a more equitable donation.
- 50?
- just this year, we started a soup kitchen
for the homeless, a reading
program for bilingual children.
there's less help than ever
from the federal government.
you think this feast
pays for itself?
security, electric,
sanitation.
- not to mention fuel costs.
- yeah.
the way it seems to break
down is you spend $18
for a city permit
to close down the street,
charge fees
to the vendors
in the thousands of
dollars to lease out land
that you don't
even own.
yeah? well, it seems to me the
church has plenty in its coffers
for all those
pedophilia lawsuits.
the parish's deal was negotiated
since this was johnny soprano's feast.
these are different times,
mr. gaultieri.
well, some things
don't change.
couple of days, joe vella from the
honor guard will be by with the float.
transfer the statue
from his nitch,
pick up the hat
and other stuff.
you say things
don't change.
this feast was started
over 100 years ago
in a spirit of giving.
italian immigrants,
the working poor
gave what little money they
had to honor st. elzear.
he's the patron saint
from my grandparent's town--
- ariano di puglia.
- many of those folks gave their gold wedding bands,
- which were melted down to make the saint's hat.
- yeah?
the holy society
of st. elzear,
of which you are
recording secretary,
has for the past
100 years entrusted us
with the care
of that habiliment.
frankly...
i don't feel