Bullet Page #2

- Cookie, give me another martini.

- Yeah, Mom, make it a double.

Listen, schmuck,

nobody's talking to you.

Your brother's got an excuse--

he's a convict.

Your goddamn genius brother

over here thinks he's--

What the hell's that guy's name?

Salvatore Dali.

Pop, it's Salvador.

Salvador, Salvatore,

what the hell's the difference?

l break my ass to give you boys

all the opportunities l never had.

What do l get back in return?

A convict, a schmuck,

and a schizophrenic psychotic...

who thinks he's a G.l. Joe.

Michelangelo's old man considered art

a profession of social disgrace.

A lot of his art

is a projection of his own

emotional pain at home.

l think l can relate with that.

Don't break my balls.

Listen, Pop, there's worse things

than prison--your mind.

Yeah, right.

All three of you should be in jail,

where you don't have to work

for a living.

l don't think so.

You try watching some young cherry

from the neighborhood

getting his a**hole reamed out

by a bunch of murderers and rapists.

You look at that.

lt don't matter how bad

you think you are.

lf these motherfuckers want you,

they're going to take you.

You try living with that.

Welcome home, convict.

You're a very touching story.

My hemorrhoids bleed for you.

Pop...now, why can't you

find me a job?

l think it's really funny

that the horrible convict over here

ain't out of jail for 24 hours

and you managed

to find him a f***ing job.

Louis, are you going

to have dinner tonight?

What ever happened

to death before dishonor?

Louis, don't start.

Come, put your teeth in

and have some kasha varnishkes.

Ma, l don't know

where my teeth are.

Pop, are you wearing my teeth?

Can't you just feel

the love in this room?

What?

l'm in no mood

for your sh*t tonight.

Do yourself a favor--

go back to your room.

l'm going back to my room,

and l'm going to make sure

that you do not enter it.

Louis, please change your underwears.

They're filthy.

l don't want to change

my underwear.

l won't be living here much longer, Ma.

l'm leaving the country.

l've signed up with an elite

Special Forces unit.

Don't ask me any information, see,

because even if l were to get caught,

l wouldn't tell them sh*t.

l see the shrinks

are making progress.

Kid, what up?

You're looking good.

Amigo, your ride's here.

- Don't give me any more of this.

- l'm not going to give you--

l don't need this aggravation.

Do you understand?

What up, Tank?

How you doing, man?

Don't give me that ''what up'' sh*t.

l hope you wasn't down

with that bagel-eating motherf***er.

What are you talking about?

Bullet just got out

of the penitentiary.

- Yeah, so?

- So?

He robbed two of my best customers,

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