Last Exit to Brooklyn Page #4

All the time f*** around. Someday

you boys gonna get in trouble.

Ah, jeez, you talk like that,

Alex, you make us feel bad.

Hey, Alex, you hurt our feelings.

Oh, you need a light

there, Georgie?

What do you say you and me go

for a walk, huh, Vinnie?

Yeah, there's plenty of time

for that, sweetheart.

Maybe later.

Let me do you, Vinnie,

please let me do you.

Costs loot to do me, sweetchips.

Vincent, be romantic.

Okay. Okay.

I'll tell you what, Georgie boy.

How about if I only

charge you a fin.

I won't charge

you nothing, Georgie.

Don't touch me, Sal,

you big freak!

I'm not about

to have sex with you.

Oh...

Oh, Come on, Georgie...

Let me make a real woman

out of you, huh?

Come on, Georgie, huh?

You don't want that big sausage

getting in your way.

Let me cut it off.

It's not big, Miss Pinkie.

Get away from me.

Yeah, think fast.

Come on, Georgie. Dance.

Hey, Georgie, catch.

Stop it. Cut it out.

Don't do it. Vince!

Yeah.

No!

Stay there, stay there!

That's Forbinate?

Don't worry about it, Georgie boy.

I'll fix it up for you.

Atta girl, Georgie boy.

You take it all.

This is gonna make it feel

much better.

You brought me down,

you rotten freaks,

you brought me down!

- Can I have a handkerchief for

my leg? Yeah, yeah, sure, sure.

What are you crazy? I don't want

to get my handkerchief all dirty.

Give me that.

Hold on, there you go, Georgie boy.

Hey, Freddy, you wanna give Georgie

a ride home in your car.

Are you outta your mind? There'll

be blood all over my upholstery.

Oh!

Your upholstery's sh*t anyway.

Now, wait a minute. Are you

saying my upholstery is sh*t?

I'm sorry.

Now, my upholstery is sh*t?

I'm sorry, okay!

Hey, Georgie, give me

some loot, would you?

- What, Vinnie?

- Give me some loot.

- So that I can get you a cab home.

- I can't go home, my brother's home.

So what?

Please, Vinnie, he can't

see me like this.

I don't give a flying f*** about

your brother. Come on, give!

All right, be a good boy,

and get in there!

Get inside!

Come on, go on!

Before Christmas, Georgie!

Bye!

Why does he have to be here?

Why couldn't he have been out?

Lie back, George.

The doctor will be here soon.

Everything will be all right.

Doctor said to take the pants

off and put something on it.

No! No!

No.

Go away, you rotten fairy.

You queer son of a b*tch!

Stop. Mother, don't let him!

Be careful, Arthur.

In front of my mother...

In front of my mother you have the

nerve to lay here with this thing on?

Leave him alone, Arthur!

What do you hold him like this for?

He's nothing but a filthy degenerate!

Why don't you throw him out on the street!

- He's your brother!

- My brother!

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