Fingers Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1978
- 90 min
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That's something to cry about.
Even then, you can get a transplant.
- What's your name?
- Esther.
- No kidding, so is mine!
- It is not.
It's not my real name.
Shirley is my real name.
You should be ashamed,
carrying on like this...
...with a horny kid like me
falling in love with you.
You're putting evil thoughts
in my mind, Esther.
Relax. All I'm gonna do
is slip a finger in.
- Why's your glove up to your elbow?
- My arm's cold. Turn around, bend over.
Bend over and point your toes in.
- Like this?
- In.
Now take a deep breath and hold it.
All right.
- All right! All right!
- All right, all right.
All right!
Here it comes. Okay...
All right.
The golden rule of urology:
If you get an erection, you come.
If you don't get an erection, you walk.
Yeah?
What's that?
You're ready to come,
but the girl needs more.
She's gonna cry inside
if you shoot it all out...
...so you do your razor-blade
fantasies and hold back.
That's a dumb f***, not a heroic f***.
You're straining your prostrate glands.
Make up your mind.
Whose penis are we talking about here?
Yours or hers?
- Hey, beautiful, where you going?
- To have fun.
- Come with me and have some more fun.
- You're sure of yourself, aren't you?
That's right.
You're in the way of traffic.
Hey! Looking good.
I got it.
- Where is it?
- Where's what?
The $22,000 your man lost.
I don't know nothing about no 22,000
nothing, but we got us a message.
Patsy didn't care
for your tone of voice.
He don't want you bothering him again.
Maybe if I shot you two douche bags
he'd reconsider.
You gonna shoot us with your radio?
- Hey, you wear shoes.
- Yeah.
- I'm surprised.
- Hey, officer!
- What?
- Your loss.
We're standing here, bothering nobody.
This maniac starts threatening us.
- Get out of here!
- Blow off our legs.
And he's flashing illegal gambling.
In his hand, look.
Is this your handwriting?
Is this your handwriting?
- Yeah.
- Come on. What's your name?
- Jimmy Angellelli.
- Let's move.
- What's yours?
- What do you mean, "What's mine?"
Officer Morris Levy. That's mine.
You're a Levite?
So am I. We're brothers.
- With a name like Angellelli?
- My mother's a Levine.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- My mother's maiden name is DeLucci.
- Really?
DeLucci, Angellelli.
Levy, Levine.
We're brothers. We're twins.
Look, I wear a chai
on my Saint Christopher's medal.
- That's no excuse for this.
- Forget it, it's nothing.
You shouldn't waste your time
with law enforcement.
You're a sensitive guy.
Look at your eyes.
You should be out listening
to Shostakovich and The Drifters.
It'll keep you sane.
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