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- Got a present for you.|- Who is it?
- Sammy.|- Sammy the Bull?
Sammy the Knife. I diced him up.
Did you clean him? Ah, man!
You're coming back for this weekend?|All right. Good luck.
Damn, Vince. Cheap, leaky bags! Shit!
You've looked better, Sammy.
Hey, baby, how you doing?
- Can I ask an important question?|- Sure.
Where directly the fuck|have you been all week?
Looks like your ass is still working.
Melvin, you're doing|this shit for free!
You have a mortgage to pay|and my car note!
Did you see these notices?|Will you look at this shit?
You're down at least 25 grand.
- Twenty-five grand?|- Yeah, baby!
- How did that happen?|- That's considering the mortgage.
The note on my Jag.
And all the other expenses.
He's kinda cute. Who is that?
That's Sammy the Knife,|one of Costanzo's crew.
That shit turns me off.
- Are you going out this weekend?|- Maybe.
- Where's your fiancee?|- All right. Shit!
Check out the six-pack!|Looking kinda diesel, kid.
I get my workout swerve|on six days a week.
That's bullshit, man.
I can relate to that.
- Cisco!|- Cisco, yo.
I can't wear green. Clashes with|my eyes. Look good on you, though.
Bust a move, man.|We're gonna be late.
- Shit. Yo, Vinnie, you hear the news?|- What's that?
- Is that true?|- No doubt. It's lower maintenance.
Mel is /ike me. He loves to bump bag.
He's got fwo of fhe sweefest-
Both of them chickenheads|is takin' my man to the cleaners.
Damn Caribbean. Mediterranean.
Oh, well.|All right, gentlemen, synchronize.
- You know the drill, baby.|- Word is bond.
Midwestern. No tattoos.
Get ready in five, four...
three, two, one.
All right, all right.
In five, four...
Ah, go, go!
We'll hold 'em back for you, man!
They're backing off.
I should be able to take|about a year off.
This is a bonus hit?
Without a doubt. Twenty-five large|to whoever clip the big man.
- Nondairy creamer?|- Yeah.
- What happened?|- Get off!
Are you ladies okay?
- Time to get paid.|- Yes, sir.
- Take a piece of this!|- That's what we talkin' about!
We fucked 'em up!
You're so fine.
- Baby, you got a number for me?|- 911!
We better find Mel|before he gets my bonus.
- Damn lesbians.|- Come on.
Cisco, where the fuck you at?|I need backup!
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