Summer of Sam Page #3

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Hear about them kids

that got shot last night?

- What kids?

- Bad thing. Real bad thing.

Barracuda!

Get out of the water!

I've been buying

the Post and the Daily News all week.

I wanna get some money back.

You should be payin' us

money just to be standin' here!

- Joe, I been spendin' a lot of money.

- Oh, come on!

Shut the f*** up, all right?

Just listen to this.

"Police officials declined

to discuss the contents of the note...

...but our unofficial source said

it was written by a homicidal maniac...

...a real sicko who lives

in a nightmare world."

- Joey, do I look pale to you?

- You look all right, Vin.

Hey, Anthony, do I look pale to you?

Yeah, you look like a piece of mozzarella.

- You guys are f***in' funny.

- Holy sh*t! Look at this.

- This is our neighbourhood.

- There's Layton Avenue.

- Joe, look. We're famous.

- Let me see that.

I'd lay five-to-one

the killer's from right here.

- You think the killer's from around here?

- Don't you think we'd notice a sicko?

What do you think makes them sickos?

You don't notice 'em.

You think this was a random killing?

He just pulled off the highway?

You don't think

he knew where he was going?

- Joey, I need another lude.

- You just popped it.

It's not working. Give me another one.

Don't be f***in' cheap!

That was some heavy sh*t you saw.

- I'd be freaking out if I was you.

- Yeah, I am.

I'd be freaked out

since the killer knows you saw him.

- What do you mean, he saw me?

- He might think you're a witness.

I'm serious. I saw this on a news show.

If he saw your licence plate,

he knows where you live.

You think I'm number eight?

- They stick around.

- They see who comes by...

Oh, shut the f*** up!

I only saw victims.

I didn't see nobody.

Don't start spreadin' that sh*t, a**hole!

What's the matter? Leave him alone!

Oh, that's real funny, right? Ha-ha!

What's the matter? You can't take a joke?

No, I can't!

- Vinny, relax.

- Come on. We're playin' with you.

Here, here, come on. Take a half a lude.

Go home and get some sleep, all right?

- F***in' guy can't take a joke.

- Leave him alone.

One f***in' lude ain't gonna work on him.

Why don't you guys go

f***in' take a walk?

We were just jokin'.

Holy sh*t! Look at this creature!

Hey, guys, I got live lobsters.

- What you got there, Woodstock?

- Live lobsters, $ each.

You stealing lobster traps?

Those guys'll shoot you.

Where were you last night?

You shoot two people?

- I only shoot heroin.

- These lobsters are broke.

- And half-dead. What is this sh*t?

- They're good! $ each.

Get the f*** outta here

with your broke lobsters!

These are good for making brisque.

- Brisque this, you junkie!

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