| Maybe. What do you wanna do? |
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| We're gonna teach 'em a lesson, make sure they end up in wheelchairs, or better yet - Dead! You need to make sure I never have a problem with 'em again, ever. |
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| How many of 'em are there? |
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| Does it matter?! Three, four, how the fuck should I know?! You can deal with a few fucking drunks, can't you?! |
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| Which is why he ain't going alone, genius. Now get off your ass and go get Carmine and Lupo. |
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| I give you five-hundred bucks if you take care of this for me. What do you say? |
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| Sorry, five-hundred bucks ain't worth getting my ass kicked... |
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| Guess I'll just have to find somebody else then. |
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| Change your mind? |
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| OK, I'll take care of 'em. Where do I find 'em? |
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| The bastards were last seen at a gas station in Little Italy, try there. They drive a green Shubert 38, so keep an eye out for it. |
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| No problem. How many of 'em are there? |
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| Three, four, how the fuck should I know?! Does it matter?! |
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| Matter of fact it does. |
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| Alright, I'm gonna have two guys go with you then. Carmine, go find Lupo and wait outside for Vito here. Carmine, go find Lupo and wait outside for Vito here. |
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| You happy now? |
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| Yeah. |
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| Alright. Get going then. I see ya soon. |
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| Oh, you bet. Their own mothers won't even recognize 'em. |
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| Sorry Derek, there were too many of 'em. Way too many. You need to send more guys next time. |
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