excuse me!
- it's okay.
it's okay.
this is
a temperature gun.
217°.
look at that.
- yeah.
- paulie, it's me.
we had a problem down here.
the ride--
the teacups
or whatever,
a bolt busted.
thing jammed up.
- some people got hurt.
- where's the guy who owns it?
he's talking
to the cops.
fine, fuck it. what do you want from me?
it's pretty bad, paulie.
lady broke her wrist.
some puerto rican kid
lost some teeth.
what am i,
a fucking dentist?
i don't know. i thought
you'd want to know.
maybe come down
or something.
i gotta be up in the morning.
i got my fucking biopsy.
all right,
i'll take care of it.
now's your last chance
to take advantage...
one second
you're sitting there
enjoying a ride
with your family,
the next your entire
world comes crashing down.
i close my eyes. i can
still hear the screams.
we should all be
thankful it's okay.
my baby could have
been killed, tony.
god forbid.
you can bet the locals will be
parading in with their lawsuits.
el mucho pesos.
just leave it alone,
janice.
they are entitled
to damages.
obviously,
there was negligence.
good, so then they'll have
excuses why they can't go to work.
- when i think what
could have happened
to my baby...
oh yes, you, nica.
i'm talking
about you, angel.
oh, god, i wanna
bite those cheeks.
scumbag hillbilly, i
should have kicked his ass.
yeah, and what
did you do? nothing.
i was taking sophia
to the bathroom.
mmm, this wine,
tony, you're right.
delicious.
i was just thinking
it lost some of its...
i don't know-- pop.
manager.
you gotta move your car.
i said i'm coming.
you redneck fuck. my baby
was on that ride with my wife.
she woke up this morning, she
could barely move her neck.
i told the cops, mister. i'm sorry.
insurance will pay your hospital bill.
- $25,000 cash.
- what?
new jersey has stringent
liability laws.
i told the guy who hired me
i'd have to put on
a whole repair crew, work 'em all
night. he wouldn't spring for it.
who, paulie? what are you talking about?
first off, he wouldn't
pay for my "a" fleet.
i leased that to the sorghum
festival down in atlanta.
okay, the results of
the steroid test are in.
- the contestants,
they're all clean.
i want a fair
contest here.
no biting each other.
ready, set, mangia.
man, we got some race going
on over here, ladies and gents.
look at 'em go.
hey, cocksucker!
you hire some fly-by-night piece
of shit and you don't tell nobody?
- whoa, bobby.
- what the fuck you talking about?
- you know what i'm talking about, you cheap fuck!
- bobby, come on!
everybody wants to get rich,
but you don't scrimp on safety.
- mind your business, bobby.
- my baby girl was in that car!
- you owe me money, paulie.
- i owe you shit.
- my wife's got nerve damage!
- fuck her, too!
- get the fuck off me!
- easy, easy.
calm down.
keep moving.
go ahead, it's over.
crown the winner.
i was at the feast,
st. elzear's.
the thing for us kids was
to blow powdered sugar
on each other
from the zeppoles.
thousands of people
either praying or eating.
anyway, my sister
was on this ride
with my niece
when it lurched forward
- pretty bad.
- god.
he wasn't there,
just elzear.
but he was so busy getting
money pinned to his ass
- that he got distracted
and a bolt snapped.
were they hurt?
you look around, all these
people are lined up for this shit.
the kids, adults,
families.
rides.
yeah, they pay money
so they can almost puke.
they scream, they yell.
why do you think that is?
they're bored.
are you bored?
am i bored?
i got shot in the pancreas
and i recovered.
no brain damage
from the septic shock,
like everybody
figured i'd have.
you know my feelings.
every day is a gift.
it's just...
does it have to be
a pair of socks?
i'm joking.
i'm joking.
well, what are
you gonna do?
it's