Brooklyn Rules Page #3

So?

What's new with murder incorporated?

What do you mean?

You were over there a long time.

Caesar introduced me to some people, so what?

So why are you getting involved

with these guys?

Why are you breaking my balls?

Why don't you give me a break?

Christmas is coming.

I need a score.

You want a score?

I got a scam for you, can't miss.

Oh, yeah?

You go down to Macy's;

you fill out an application,

Loading dock or some sh*t.

First week, you show up,

do your job; everything's great.

End of the week,

they give you a paycheck.

Now, you put that aside.

Next week, same thing:

you show up,

Do your job.

End of that week,

they give you another check.

What's the scam?

Well, that's it.

It's called a f***in' job.

Very funny.

Very funny.

I'm sure your fat girlfriend

found you very amusing.

Shut up, douche bag.

- She's a big girl, Mike.

- Aw, shut up.

She's a big girl.

After the Hamilton house,

we'd usually split up.

Carmine would head back to Pastels

and pick up a girlfriend...

for the night...

Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho, watch the hair.

Come on.

Sorry.

Don't be sorry; just don't

touch my f***in' hair.

While Bobby'd pick up Amy,

his girlfriend for life.

They met at a video store.

They were both trying to rent

the only copy of Brigadoon.

Hey, I guess people have gotten

together for dumber reasons.

Between work and school,

I didn't have time for a relationship,

At least that's what I told myself.

Okay, people.

This midterm counts for 50% of your grade,

So answer fully and completely.

You may begin now.

Remember I told you earlier

how I loved to read?

Well, that's true,

except for one minor detail:

I hated reading schoolbooks.

It was weird.

In some ways,

I liked being unprepared.

It was like this incredible challenge:

Me against the system.

Of course,

sometimes I failed to meet that challenge,

like right now.

An "f" now would have killed me.

I was six months away from graduating,

Applying to law schools,

And dead in the f***ing water.

But I wasn't about to let that stop me.

Okay, people.

Time's up.

Pencils down, please.

Hand in your blue books,

please, right here.

B&B meats was where

I worked after school:

Good pay and all the cold cuts I could eat.

Come on.

Go sweep up for me, all right?

Evenin'.

You the boss?

Night manager.

Help you?

Earl Webber.

I'm in waste disposal.

Now,

I know what you're thinking.

You already deal with

a private sanitation company,

But what would you say if I told you

I could cut your rates in half?

You're obviously not from around here.

Son, stop right there.

You know what this is?

It's an ear.

I cut it off a gook in Vietnam.

I'm impressed.

What's your point?

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