Corky Romano Page #3

Just do the right thing,

Dexter.

I don't want

to have to kill you.

Come on.

Let's settle down, huh?

All right.

What should his name be?

I really don't care

what you call him, Pissant.

Come on, guys.

For my resume,

I'm very good with animals.

Thanks.

If you're going to keep

hanging out with us...

could you at least

try and carry yourself...

a little bit more like us,

please?

Oh, you mean with unmitigated

rage and violence?

Look, stop trying to talk

like mom, all right?

You're too soft.

You complimented that guy

on his equipment...

and then you thanked him

for his time.

I mean, Christ, Corky,

you might as well give him...

a glass of wine

and a handshake.

Are you guys familiar

with the expression...

"you catch more bees

with honey than vinegar"?

You know that one.

Ow! Ow! Ouch!

What is your problem?

Paulie,

where the hell is this place?

- I don't know.

- What place?

The motel.

But I thought I was staying

in the house in my old room.

- You can't stay in the house.

- Why not?

Well, a couple of reasons.

Number one, the house

is under surveillance.

Number two, we turned

your old room into a gym...

and threw out all your sh*t.

I thought I was going to-

God, what is-

Why did-

why did you do that?

- Shut up.

- Listen to your brother.

All right,

pull down your pants.

No.

Corky, I'm not going

to give you a wedgie.

I'm going to put a wire on you.

It's Uncle Leo's idea...

in case you get

in over your head in there.

Let's go. Pull down your pants.

Let's go.

- Hey.

- Come on!

- Stop that.

- Knock it off!

OK. I'm sorry.

Move your hands.

Ow! Ow! Ow!

All right,

give me a sound check.

Go ahead.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

How I wonder where you are

All right, we're good.

We're good. That's good.

- B-i-n-g-

- We're good.

OK. All right.

When you get in there,

keep a low profile.

Don't prance around like

the goddamn Little Mermaid.

In and out.

No bullshit. Got it?

All right, you better walk

the rest of the way.

You know what this

kind ofreminds me of?

When I was younger,

and mom dropped me off...

at Camp Young and Chubby

for overweight teens.

And I was crying,

because I didn't want to go...

but at the end of the summer...

I was crying because

I didn't want to leave.

Isn't it weird...

how thingsjust kind of

work out that way?

Fifty bucks says he doesn't

make it through the front door.

There's a man

who leads a life of danger

To everyone he meets

he stays a stranger

With every move he makes...

Sir, spread your arms, please.

Odds are he won't live

to see tomorrow...

Could you empty your pockets,

please, sir?

Pull me out!

Empty your pockets,

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