Saturday Night Fever

Hiya, Tony. Two or three?

Two. Two. Give me two. That's good.

Hey, you guys do layaway?

As long as it don't turn into

a 20-year mortgage.

All right, look, put me down for $5

for that blue shirt in the window.

- Hold it for me.

- Hey, wait for your receipt.

- I trust you.

- Please don't. Don't trust me.

- What did he charge you?

- $7.98.

That bastard.

Wait till he runs out of something.

Listen, you know what to tell her.

Excuse me, ma'am, I gotta get by.

- Got a second?

- Just a minute.

Look what I got for you,

Carnival, gold, just like you wanted.

Where have you been?

I've been here for a half hour.

That's all right. Look, I'm gonna

make you a deal on this paint.

- I'm very angry with you.

- That's all right.

Look, I'm gonna make you

a nice deal on this. $1 off for you.

$10.98 on this special gold paint.

- How you like that?

- Thank you.

- I'll take a gallon of this.

- All right.

You got it. Heads up.

That's all right.

Customers like that,

it gives them a sense of power.

I need some brushes.

All right, how much painting

you planning to do?

After these two rooms,

I wouldn't paint my wife's ass purple.

What color is it now?

You wanna know

what color my wife's ass is?

You brung it up.

Actually, it ain't got no color,

just stripes, them stretch stripes.

What about them brushes?

Right. See that second display counter?

Over there.

- Hey, Mr. Fusco, can I get an advance?

- Payday's Monday.

I know payday is Monday,

but every place else

is Friday or Saturday.

And they're broke on Monday.

- Boozing, whoring...

- Oh, come off it.

Pissing away their money all weekend.

This way, you're paid on a Monday,

you got money all week.

- You can save a little, build a future.

- Oh, fuck the future.

No, Tony, you can't fuck the future,

the future fucks you.

It catches up with you, and it fucks you

if you ain't planned for it.

Look, tonight is the future,

and I am planning for it.

There's a shirt I gotta buy,

a beautiful shirt. Blue...

Sorry, Tony, no exceptions.

Just wait till you need an advance,

all right?

Big shot.

Hey, come on.

Thanks, Tony.

Where you been?

Your mother wants to know

where you been.

Where you been?

Your father's asking you!

Where you been?

Dinner's gonna be late tonight,

they was out of things at the market.

But you'd have been late

if it was normal.

- Hey, Tony.

- Hey, hot stuff. Give me a kiss.

- Look what I made for you. Here.

- Oh, that is beautiful.

- You like it?

- Yeah.

You'll put it in your room?

Yeah, I'll put it in my room right now,

how's that?

- Okay.

- All right.

- Dinner's on the table.

- I ain't hungry.

Hey, just because

you're kicking in for food,

don't mean you don't gotta eat.

You still gotta eat.

- I got my shirt on, all right?

- So?

So, I don't want to get anything on it,

that's what.

You got nothing to be afraid of.

Your mother's spaghetti sauce

don't drip.

It don't taste and it don't drip.

Let's go.

How come every day

it's the same thing?

I come home,

you tell me I'm late for dinner

when you know that I gotta work till 6:00

and I can't make dinner on time.

You should've been a priest,

like your brother,

you wouldn't worry about a job.

Yeah.

Every time you mention Frank, Jr.,

you gotta cross yourself?

He's a priest, ain't he?

Father Frank, Jr., your brother.

Your mother doesn't have much

to cross herself about these days.

You're so jealous of Frank, Jr.

- Oh, shut up, will you?

- Hey!

- What are you doing?

- Hey, the shirt! Watch the shirt, stupid.

- Basta!

- All right. Come on.

- Mangia, mangia.

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