Deuces Wild Page #3

Do you know|who I was just talkin' to?

Yeah. That's Annie--|Annie the ice cube.

What do you know about her?

She's Jimmy Pockets' sister.|That says it all.

What? They're related?

See, I told you we should have|killed that bastard.

You stay away from her.|We got enough trouble.

Hey, I just saw you|out the window.

What the hell you talkin'|to that Deuce for, huh?

None of your business.

Look, everything in my house|is my business.

Could you give me a hand|with these boxes?

They're kinda heavy, you know.

You're such a helpful brother,|Jimmy.

Hey, I let you live|in my house, right?

You wanna live on the streets,|that's fine with me.

I catch you talkin'|to that Deuce again...

you're outta here.

Take that crazy mother of yours|with ya.

She's your mother, too, Jimmy.

Come on.

Ma, come on. Ma,|what are you doin'? Please.

I'm sorry, OK?

A pepperoni pie. Table 4a.

-You're terrible.|-I am terrible.

I'm starvin', though, too.

I don't know.

She's hot.

She couldn't be|as hot as this pizza.

What do you got,|the red line to hell in there?

Is it the same one again?

-Hi.|-How are you?

That's terrible!

She looks like...

-Do I have dough on my face?|-No, you're good.

Oh, my God.

You can't go crazy, right?

You again?

Are you here|to take our orders?

Yeah, what do you want?

I want you to take it|on the arches.

What?

Get outta sight. Scram.|You know, disappear?

So listen, um...Annie.

How'd you know my name?

I know a lot of things.

So, anyway,|I was wondering...

What were you wondering,|wonder boy?

Are you going to the feast|on Friday night?

Who's asking?

Well, I mean, I'm probably|gonna be there, so...

-Where's our pizza?|-I don't know.

Have they cooked it?|I mean, I'm dying.

You're still here?

Why is he still here?

All right.

Hey, I think he's cute.

He's all right.

So how'd you do?

She likes me.

I'm here to see Marco Vendetti.

Right over there.

-What the f*** happened to you?|-The Deuces.

The punks ambushed me when|I was checkin' out the club.

I'm lookin' over my shoulder|everywhere I go now...

paranoid as a f***.

I got a limp that's gonna be|with me the rest of my life.

There goes your dancing career.

-Yeah, that's funny.|-No, it's not.

You're an embarrassment.

If you weren't my cousin,|I'd break your other arm.

I'm sorry.

You'd better get that club,|Philly.

I got big plans for that spot.

It'll be ready. I promise.

All right. Don't mess this up.

Get me a sit-down with Fritzy.|Tell him Marco wants to see him.

Why?

Just shut up and do what I say.

Look at you.|You're f***in' pathetic.

Come on, Vendetti.|Time's up.

Tell the Vipers to crush|them f***in' Deuces, all right?

We gotta answer for this.

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