| Too late, Henry's already in there. |
| Vito, it's Francesca. Eric came home and he's all beat up. You said you wouldn't hurt him! |
| He probably got in a fight. You know, he's been hanging out with a very bad crowd. |
| He apologized for everything, Vito. |
| He promised he'll be good to me. It's all OK now. So, you'll leave him alone, won't ya? |
| Hey, whatever you want. But if he hurts you again, I'll kill him. |
| Listen to yourself, Vito! I-I-I don't know you anymore. Look, you, you stay away from us, you understand? Just, just... Stay away! |
| No problem. Hey, you take care of yourself, Franny. |
| So, you feel better now? |
| Not really. What we did back there doesn't even start to make up for it. |
| Hey, all that stuff that got burnt up, it's just things, Vito. |
| Just things? Hey, those were my things Joe. Why do you think I do the shit we do anyways? It's to buy things, ya know, suits, cars, broads, houses. Now I'm back to scratch. And all my damn cash was in that house too. I promised myself I'd never be poor again, end up a fucking wharf rat like my old man. |
| Hey, hey, I understand. Don't worry, we'll think of something. You'll be back on your feet in no time. |
| The glass is always fucking half full with you, isn't it? |
| So, it's ok if I crash on your couch, right? |
| I can do one better than that. Here, take these keys. They're for Marty's apartment. I'm trying to get rid of it right now for his mother. So uh, you might as well use it while I do. |
| Thanks. I guess. |
| Don't thank me, buddy. You're too old to be sleeping on my couch. Plus I just bought the thing. I don't want you lousing it up. Marty's apartment's over in Oyster Bay. |
| OK, I'll see ya around, I guess.... |
| See ya, buddy. Sorry about tonight. |
| What a fucking dump. |
| God, I wish I had the cash for a hotel. |
