State of Grace Page #3

Hey, Stevie. 300 bucks here, Stevie.

It ain't even gonna cut it.

- Where'd you find these two idiots?

- They come lookin' for me.

They take my money. I work

my ass off for it and they take it.

Listen. This punk owes

Jimmy Cavello eight grand.

Cavello's got cuff links

cost more than that.

Eight grand buys Jimmy

a Broadway ticket. Let's talk business.

They're out of spumone,

you blame the waiter?

What do we have, another mick

to contend with? What's going on?

- You heard what I said.

- Where you f***in' been?

The last guinea around here was

Columbus. He only lasted a week.

Are you some kind of f***in' a**hole,

or just taking lessons?

Hey, I'll kill you!

You want to f*** with me?

You want to do that?!

What do you want to do, a**hole?

Play it out? Let's straighten this out here.

Tommy! Tommy, it's over!

It's over, man!

Cocksucker. Who do you think

you're f***in' with, eh?

You'll be hearing from

Jimmy Cavello, Stevie.

Hope that was your favourite gun.

I hope you loved that gun.

You don't know who you f***ed with!

You motherf***er.

F*** 'em.

- You f***in' guys.

- You got it all?

You're better than the cavalry.

You saved me from the guineas.

- They was gonna burn you at the stake.

- I'm glad you're back. I missed you.

We'll take this town apart

on St Patty's Day.

Stevie, there's a horse runnin'

called Old Friend Arrives.

No sh*t. Look at this.

You saved my ass,

now you'll win me money.

I love ya. I gotta go.

OTB opens in ten minutes.

- Hey, today's my lucky day.

- See ya later.

Luckiest day he ever had,

his dog got run over.

- Is he f***ed up or is he f***ed up?

- I wouldn't let him operate on me.

You'd have to be dead two years first.

I'm gonna call Frankie

about taking you on.

We'll probably have to

go to Jersey to see him.

Jersey? Frankie lives in Jersey?

Yeah. What's the f***in' world coming to?

I want to have kids. I just gotta

find the right broad, like Frankie did.

She'd let me f*** around on weekends,

and make pancakes before Sunday Mass.

- Like Irene, maybe.

- Who's Irene?

I spend one night with her, my eyes

are crossed for days. I walk into walls.

- I'd like to meet her.

- She's mine.

- Uncle Jackie!

- Hey.

Hey, hey. Lola, come here.

Look what the f***in' cat dragged in.

Nice to see you, Terry.

You remember Maureen?

- How you doin'?

- Come on inside. We should talk.

- I'm Pat.

- How you doin'?

Play with the kids, OK, Jackie?

Teach 'em how to kneel or something.

You want to see my gun, hm?

Before you began exploiting these

pathetic skanks' addictive personalities,

- Where were you?

- A lot of different places.

Tell me about one.

- Texas.

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