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I like Italian cars.

I like Irish whiskey.

I like things all men like

but are afraid to admit to

their girlfriend or their wife

for fear she'll make

him sleep on the couch.

I like the couch.

It's relaxing.

I don't need a man cave

in the basement

with flat screen TV,

video game,

hiding out like

some f***ing mouse.

I don't need a f***ing man cave

because the whole f***ing world,

that's my man cave.

You have a man cave, Nick?

No.

Nick, come here.

Come on, come on.

Just come on.

I want you to tell me

what you think of me.

The truth. You seem like a guy

who tells the truth. Come on.

Come on, Nick. Blow my mind.

The truth?

I think...

I think today if you're

rich and you're Italian,

that makes you a gangster.

Like on some TV show.

What?

You mean, I'm a TV show?

I'm a TV show?

I'm a TV show?

Apologize for insulting me,

you f***ing a**hole!

Mr. Matazano, I am sincerely

sorry for acting so out of line.

I meant you no disrespect.

Please accept my

sincerest apology.

Get out of here. Go on.

You tell that dipshit

mongoloid cousin of yours,

if he fucks with my daughter again,

I'll rip his f***ing throat out.

You... Hey! I f***ing

saw that, cocksucker!

All right, let's go! Let's go!

Start the f***ing car, George!

- Come on, George!

- What?

We gotta f***ing go!

What the f*** is

the matter with you?

They're right behind me. Can we go?

- Who them? Man, I'm f***ing...

- Drive the f***ing car! Do your f***ing job!

When you f***ing bug out...

F*** you!

Why are we stopped?

Swear to God, George.

Why are we f***ing stopped?

You know, Nicky,

you're the only guy I know

who goes into a titty bar

to suck a f***ing cock.

What? You think that

I wanted to go do that?

I had to, all right?

You didn't have to.

You f***ing chose to.

Look, you wanna be

a part of that whole thing

and eat a plate of sh*t every time

these guys f***ing serve it up to you?

Go right ahead.

Just don't expect me to be sitting there

with a fork and knife next to you.

And I'll tell

you another thing.

If that f*** crosses me again,

- I'll f***ing bury him.

- All right, all right, all right.

- F***ing apple face.

- All right, all right.

Look, I know. All right?

But don't worry about it.

Sal's gonna make...

Sal's gonna what?

Is that your new mantra?

"Sal's gonna"?

You know, I don't gotta join a

club to know who my friends are.

It's not about

f***ing friends.

It's about business.

All right?

No, it's about

business with me.

With you, who knows

what the f*** it's about?

You got all these f***ing big ideas.

You know what I got?

I got little ideas.

And they keep me

fed and not dead.

Can you please get me

the f*** out of here?

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