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queen for April.

Oh, yeah?

Your father says you were the

best collector in New York.

Ben, you're wanted on the telephone.

I'll be right back, huh?

You hold the fort.

Say something nice about me

while I'm gone.

- He's a sweet old man.

- He's 57.

And how old are you?

- 32.

- I'm 19. So to us, he's an old man.

You have pretty eyes.

No matter what this kid said about me,

believe me, it's not true.

Nobody's got...

Son of a b*tch.

There's not a drop on you.

- Oh, my God. Look who's here. Excuse me.

- Sorry.

Jimmy, what do you think?

What do you think?

- You're going to marry her, not me.

- But what do you think?

What do I think?

I think she's a lowlife.

What's the matter? Just because

she poses for a nude magazine?

Everybody does that nowadays.

Hey, where you going?

Hey, Jimmy.

Come on. Make up your mind.

What do you want?

Hey, hey, radio.

You don't got a quarter

for the jukebox?

You Luchino?

Yeah. So what?

I need to talk to you.

You have a moment?

Turn that off.

I like this song.

- Then take it outside.

- What if I want a slice of pizza?

Can't read the signs?

We don't sell slices.

What if I wanted 60 slices?

You deaf? No slice pizza.

Take it on the outside.

Come here a minute. I have something

private I want to say to you.

Whoa, whoa.

- Whoa, whoa.

- Listen, you owe Ben Angellelli $4000.

You tell Ben Angellelli

to suck my cock.

You lost the money.

You should pay your debts.

A double suck.

- Dad!

- Get over there. Get the f*** over there.

You don't like what I did to your

father? You don't like it?

Well, I don't like what he did

to my father.

- Jimmy. Hey, what's this?

- Pizza money.

No sh*t? So fast?

Jesus, you're terrific, kid.

- He give you any trouble?

- You kidding?

I said, "Next time my old

man is coming, got it?"

- What did he say?

- He gave me the money.

- Get out.

- I swear.

You said, "The old man is coming,"

and he gave it up?

- I swear.

- No sh*t.

Waiter? Tell this character

to turn his radio off.

What are you telling him for? Tell me.

All right. I'm telling you,

turn it off.

Do you believe this?

This is "Summertime, Summertime. "

The most inventive song of 1958.

Are you going to tell me this song

doesn't go with your shrimp?

You...

You hit my son and...!

Come on. Take it easy. Relax.

You guys keep your mouth shut and mind

your own business about the radio.

Relax. It's lunchtime.

Don't you ever touch me again,

you c*nt.

I'll cut your f***ing lips off,

you cocksucker!

That was a stupid thing, with your

audition coming up, risking a fight.

You could've broken both hands.

- Yeah, I know.

- Why did you do it?

I didn't do it. I just...

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