| Yo, Vito, you ready to head out? |
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| Hey Carmine. Yeah, let's do it. |
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| So, uh, how you been Vito? |
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| Ehhh, you know. Same old same old. |
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| Yeah... How's Joe doing? |
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| Same as always... |
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| Hehe, yeah, last time I seen him, the only thing holding him up was the two hookers he was with. |
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| That's Joe for you. |
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| Hey, that's them! |
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| Hey lads, take a look at this! What, a fella can't even enjoy a pint in his own neighborhood any more, without these fucking lowlifes coming around? Are you bastards here delivering a pizza? |
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| You're right about the lowlifes, but this is our neighborhood. |
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| Pog mo thoin, you dago bastard. Ye lot o' feckin' gacks had better dry up and do a legger 'fore I ram me fucking boot up yer gicker, I will! |
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| Number one: I got no idea what the fuck you just said. Number two: Go fuck yourself! |
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| You'd better put a muzzle on that little fucking pooch of yours, or I'll do it for you. |
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| Yeah? Why don't you give it a try, fuckface. |
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| The only reason that we're leaving you fuckers alive is so that you can tell the rest of the dagos that the next time, we won't be so gentle. |
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| This is just a warning! If I see your asses around here again, you'll be leaving in a bodybag. |
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| Hey, so how'd it go? You straighten 'em out? |
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| Oh, you bet. Their own mothers won't even recognize 'em. |
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| Let's just say I don't think they'll be bothering anybody ever again. |
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| Hahahaha, I knew you wouldn't let me down Vito. Here's your money. |
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