Saturday Night Fever

- Yeah, go ahead. Eat, eat.

I got more pork chops, more spaghetti.

What do you mean, you got

more pork chops? I'm out of work.

Yeah, well, as long as we got $1 left,

we eat good in this house.

- What?

- Yeah, I might even get a job myself.

Like hell, you will.

Twenty-five years in construction work,

I always brought home a paycheck.

What, six, seven months

I'm out of work?

Then, all of a sudden, what?

- You're hitting me and talking back.

- All right, all right.

Talking about getting a job

and hitting me.

All right, all right. No hitting,

no slapping at the dinner table. Okay?

That's the rule.

And you was the one that was hitting.

You never hit me before. Never.

Not in front of the kids.

- One pork chop! One!

- Hey, Frank!

It's disgusting, Ma. He's sick.

Will you just watch the hair?

You know, I work on my hair a long time

and you hit it.

He hits my hair.

Take care of his hair.

I'm gonna take a walk.

Tony, you walk me to church later?

Didn't you go already today?

Yeah, confession.

I gotta go back and pray for something.

For what?

I gotta pray

for Father Frank, Jr. To call me.

Why don't you call him direct?

I want him to call me.

A son should call his mother.

Wait a minute. You're going to church

to have God make Frank, Jr. Call you?

- Right.

- I don't believe it.

You know, you're turning God

into a telephone operator.

Go, go, now!

Hey, you scumbags! Get back here!

- Assholes.

- Come on, fuckhead!

Hey, the stubborn f*ck won't budge.

- Will you put two hands on the wheel?

- I got two hands on the wheel!

Hey, you know, you assholes

almost broke my pussy finger.

Oh, yeah, you wouldn't know

which one it was.

Hey, get some of this, will you?

Hey, Gus, tell them what we got.

Oh, yeah, we got some ups,

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