| n_So what? |
| n_So - my days tend to go better when I ain't getting shot at or getting rid of bodies. |
| n_Hey, some nights it's broads and poker games, other nights you gotta run a stiff through the meat grinder. What are you gonna do. |
| n_Try not to get killed. That's what I'm gonna do. |
| n_Alright, alright, enough already. |
| n_Hey, you know that guy, works over at Carlo Falcone's joint? |
| n_Which guy? I ain't been there in a while. |
| n_The one who got into trouble with the shylocks, and now he's only got two fingers on one of his hands. What's his name... |
| n_You mean Mickey the Lobster? |
| n_Na na, his name's uh... Mickey uh... Mickey the Crab. |
| n_Yeah, Mickey the Lobster, Mickey the Crab - same guy. |
| n_Oh. I guess that makes sense. Alright, yeah, so Mickey the Crab. I was thinking... which hand you think he uses to uh, spank the salami. |
| n_What? What kind of fucking question is that? |
| n_About some fucking... cripple wacking off? You're fucking sick, you know that? Just... just shut up and don't talk to me anymore today. Jesus Christ. |
