Brooklyn Rules Page #4

That if I can deal

with the VC,

I sure as sh*t can deal

with the boys around here.

Now, you give your boss

my card; you tell him

Earl Webber's

at his disposal.

You all have a good evening.

This guy was obviously a mental case.

In New York, private sanitation

was controlled by the wise guys.

Invent a better mousetrap here,

You got a mousetrap stuck up your ass.

Temple Sinai was a local shul

that occasionally ran a "Las Vegas night"

To raise money for Israel...

At least that's what they told the cops.

The truth was that its rabbi

was a degenerate gambler

into his bookie for 50 grand.

Come on. Again.

Jesus Christ!

The result was,

every night was Las Vegas night,

Our own neighborhood casino,

run by Caesar.

The f*** is wrong with you?

Ah, yes.

Here he is, Carminuch.

Hey, Billy, what's going on?

My buddy Michael.

Michael, Billy.

How's it going?

Listen, come by Butterfingers.

Let me talk to you

about that thing, all right?

All right, yeah.

Listen, play nice.

Don't hurt yourselves.

What's that,

like, the ninth f***ing time?

Shocking.

Right there, that's what I'm talking about.

Montana and that donkey McMahon,

they all got that stuff.

Shocking.

Everybody lose.

Everybody lose!

Come on, put me out of my misery.

Come to poppa.

You bring a face card right now.

No, it's not a cocksucker.

It's good.

Aces, split.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

I have no money.

I can't.

Split? Yes?

I have no money.

Go ahead.

His credit is good.

Go ahead.

Split the aces.

N- No, I-

I don't want to do that.

You don't want to split aces?

I do. I just...

don't want credit.

You don't want credit?

Oh.

Okay, what do you say

I give your friend here credit,

And you owe him the money?

I can't do that.

- Mikey.

- Hmm?

I'm starting to get a little complex here, kid.

I don't mean any disrespect, really.

It's just-

I'd rather not.

So are you gonna stay on 12?

Uh, hit me.

Still 12.

Come on, nine or less.

Ooh, the suicide king, huh?

That was f***in' genius, kid.

Suicide king.

Mr. Martinez.

Nice job. Nice job.

Miss Frazen, hmm,

Showing your leftist leanings, I see.

Miss Deutsch, very, very nice.

Okay, folks, take a moment

to look over your papers.

Then I'd like to continue

the discussion we started last time

on veto powers.

Uh, excuse me, professor?

- Mm-Hmm?

- I didn't get my test.

I didn't give it back to you?

Uh, no.

Huh.

Well, this has never happened to me before.

Well, you didn't lose it, did you?

Well, I mean, I suppose

I might have misplaced it someplace, but I-

I don't believe this.

Are you sure that you handed it in?

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, um,

I'll make arrangements

for you to take a makeup exam.

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