| n_I'm bored out of my fucking skull over here. When's this fucking thing gonna start? |
| n_Whenever the boss feels like starting it. How the fuck should I know? |
| n_Hey. Cool it. I wasn't talking to you. |
| n_You're looking right at me and asking stupid questions. I'm not supposed to answer you?! |
| n_That was a rhetorical question, fuckface. |
| n_What the fuck does that mean? |
| n_Means you ain't supposed to answer it, you mook. Did I answer you when you said "How the fuck should I know?" No. Because that was a rhetorical question. |
| n_Call it whatever the fuck you want, smartass. If you want to ask me a fucking question, I'm gonna answer it. |
| n_Jesus fucking Christ... |
| n_Fellas, please. C'mon, ha? I'm getting stupider over here just from hearing this conversation. |
| n_What's the matter with you? |
| n_The shit with Luca. It's bothering me. |
| n_What do you mean? |
| n_Ahh... They put him through the fucking meat grinder... That's no way to go! If you could choose, how would you want to go? |
| n_In my sleep. Just go to bed, and that's that. |
| n_Ehh, that ain't too bad. |
| n_I want to have a heart attack fourty years from now while I'm giving it my twenty-year-old girlfriend and her sister. How about you? |
| n_Me? I don't know... But I tell you this - I want to go out with a bang! |
| n_Guy walks into a bar sees a little guy playing a piano, right. Guy's like a foot tall, playing the shit out of the piano, right? Guy asks the bartender - 'Where did you find this guy? This is amazing!' Bartender says 'Oh, my magic coin. Grants you one wish. Anything you want. Guy says 'Really?' Bartender says 'Yeah, don't work so good, though.' Guy says 'Why not?' Bartender says 'You really think I asked for a 12 inch pianist?' |
| n_Its good! I'm pissing my pants over here! |
| n_Hahaha. Hehehe. Yeah, hehe. |
| n_Get it? Pianist, like a cazzone! |
| n_Hahaha. Hey, come on, boss. Tell us another one. |
| n_Haha, hey, boss- you should have been a comedian! |
| n_Alright alright one more, one more, that's it. |
| That's Clemente! We could take him out right now! If we had a gun... |
| あれがクレメンテだ! 銃があれば, 今すぐに殺してやるのに... |
| Yeah, and we'd be dead in two seconds. Just take it easy and stick to the plan. |
| あぁ, それに 俺たちは2秒で返り討ちだ. そうするのは簡単だが 計画通りに行こうぜ. |
| n_Alright, a guy's walking down the street, right? Bumps into this whore... She says, Hey sweetheart, I'll do anything you need, anything you want, anything you could think of - for twenty dollars. But you can only use three words to describe what you want. Oh, wait, three words, all right, so he's thinking. He says, I've got it. She says, OK, baby, what do you want? I'm getting all hot and bothered. He gives her the twenty dollars and says, hey, paint my house. Heee, hahaha... For twenty dollars, right? That's a bargain. I don't care who you are... |
| n_Hey, I got another, I got another. What do you call a...? OK, I got another. What do you say to a broad who's got two black eyes? Nothing - you already told here twice. Hahahaha... |
