By the Gun Page #2

You're the one with

the big f***ing mouth.

B*tch wanted to f***

and I just wouldn't play.

This kid couldn't get p*ssy

from a dead whore. Shut up.

Suck a dick, Vito.

What trouble? What do you got?

Don't worry about it.

Here you go. Take this.

No. Nick, you're not

even supposed be here.

Where is he?

He's in the house.

I can't take that.

What, you don't got to eat?

You don't want

to go to college?

He gets a f***ing job,

he can b*tch about getting free money.

I'm gonna go talk to him.

No, he don't want you here.

You cause problems for me

every time you come.

- I got to deal with him.

- Hey, hey, hey.

This is my house, too.

Ma would want me here.

It's 80 f***ing dollars.

Take.

Relax, will you?

It's gonna be beautiful.

All right,

don't let that big fat cock

scare the neighbors, all right?

- King Kong.

- All right.

Hey, Nicky,

can I have some money, too?

Pearls before swine,

you f***ing pig.

You're f***ing pitiful.

It's gonna be beautiful.

Let's get out of here.

Here, let me borrow that.

Yeah, just give me a second.

Hey, Tony,

what's with the spandex?

Don't you want the back

of your ball bag tanned?

What's up?

Who's there? Who's that?

It's the guy Sal sent over.

Oh, the big mouth.

Hey, big mouth.

You better hope my

kid don't catch cancer

from your dumb f*** cousin's

cigarette fumes.

Come here.

Come on, a little closer.

- Don't be shy.

- I'm fine right here.

Come back, finish me later.

I'm going mobile with this.

Pretty girl gives you

a tan in your home...

...and sucks you off.

Good idea?

Sure. Whatever you say.

Whatever I say?

Whatever I say.

I say

you're a dirt bag.

That's what I say.

What do you say?

- I say you're right.

- You're right I'm right.

Say, aren't you here

to get down on your knees

and suck my dick?

Is that right?

I'm just kidding.

Not really.

I'm here because you and I,

we got mutual friends.

And out of respect for those friends,

I've come here to apologize.

So there you go.

There you go.

Okay, pretty boy. One...

We don't have mutual friends.

You, you're just a wannabe

punk for Salvatore Vitaglia.

You don't got your button,

so quit pretending.

Not yet.

Not... Not yet?

I think I heard the sound of a

little piece of sh*t talking to me

without a sincere apology.

Sincere... You hear

a sincere apology, Joe?

This is Joe.

Joe don't talk much,

except with his eyeballs.

What his eyeballs say,

blow your mind.

You ever have your mind blown, Nick?

Ever?

Look, Tony, I come here to

apologize to you. All right?

What else do you want from me?

You know,

I like cocaine very much.

I like ladies with big tits

rubbing them all in my face.

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