Ah, stupid thing. The pressure is shot.
Can you live with regular instead of espresso?
Never mind, sweetie. Thanks anyway.
Hey hey. Sorry for the ambush.
I brung up your paper.
I am meeting the new realtor.
Yeah? Good luck.
Got a call from sergeant danny over in newark P.D.
- Yeah? And?
T? The feds are doing some digging over byBranford avenue.
Willie overall... The bookie,
Labor Day, 1982?
Danny says he hears it's Larry Barese that's been talkin'.
Lotta work for a dead fuckin' bookie.
Come on, kid. Do it.
You made your bones with that prick, eh?
Yeah.
Old Zepupin's house.
You were shaky a little, but you did good.
I remember tellin' your old man.
25 years, T.
Possible there's nothing left.
There'll be bones, teeth.
What are we gonna do?
We're gonna pack our toothbrushes.
Call you in a few days on the alternate cell.
Any emergencies, call Sil or Bobby.
And if you need more cash, call me.
I know the drill, Tony.
You know, it's not like I won a trip to Paris.
You have everything? Your razor?
Yeah. Yeah, I think so.
I... I can buy whatever I need.
- Will you make sure you wear your sunblock? - It's nothing.
A little gambling charge, that's all. It's gonna be fine.
It's just... You know, better safe than sorry.
I know, it's just... This is what life is still like...
At our age?
My tomatoes are just coming in.
It's good to see you. - Yeah.
You seem good, junior, I gotta say.
Fuck does that mean? I'm fuckin' incarcerated, for christ's sake.
The medicine, the aricept, it agrees with you.
You're not repeating yourself so much.
You gotta get me out of here...
The smell alone in this fuckin' place.
What do you hear from my nephew?
Tony? They sent me a card for my birthday.
I'm still waitin' for an apology. Tell him.
All right.
Which one of you's gonna tell him?
We'll figure it out, Junior.
If you made an appointment
With an outside dentist,
That might do the trick.
What trick?
We'll meet you there
and sneak you off in our car.
Dinner, 10 minutes.
So what do you think, junior?
Enchiladas tonight.
Here's the electricians' union.
Don't let 'em take my plate, kid.
Make sure there's enough so everybody can buy in.
$60.
- For sodas and fuckin' candy? - Caffeinated sodas and sugar.
You know some of them ain't allowed this shit.
Gets them all riled. I could lose my job.
- Fuckin' stick-up artist. I already gave you my watch. - Don't count my money, nigga.
You're makin' 500% off these motherfuckers.
You're good till lights out.
I'll steer people away from the door.
All right. No-limit five-card stud.
$40 buy-in to the house.
The white buttons are five bucks. The red buttons are 10.
"Red buttons."
What'd you say?
Today, we got coca-Colas...
Fuck was I just sayin'?
- The soda, Junior. - What soda?
Right, the coke.
The real kind, not the diet shit,
ice cold, five buttons.
Plus, we got snickers, kit-Kats and sprees, also five.
I'll take some sprees.
Okay, ante up.
This is nice, huh?
A lile road trip, just you and me...
All things considered, of course.
Yeah, just like the old days.
Willie-Fuckin'- Overall,
After all these years.
You remember drivin' around with that prick in the trunk lookin' for a spot?
What was it, like a week before A.J. was born, right?
No, Meadow.
- Now she's gonna be a doctor. - Yeah.
Remember we took you to Luger's after
Me, Puss, Ralphie.
Chevy chase... Fuck ever happened to him?
Let me ask you something.
You mentioned Ralph before.
A few years ago, he had that beef with Johnny Sack,
He made a crack about Ginny...
Huge fuckin' mole on her ass or some shit.
Yeah?
Who the fuck would tell Johnny about that joke?
How should I know?
Nine of clubs.
You know, I try to be cooperative,
But it's that same message over and over!
Walter, what do you got?
Flush.
No, you don't. George?
- Uh... - What?
- George, what do you got? - Hmm?
- Your hand. - He's got Alzheimer's!
- Help him, for christ's sake! - Pair of jacks.
Guy comes home with a bouquet of flowers for his wife.
"I guess I'll have to spread my legs now," she says.
"Why?" He asks. "Don't you have a vase?"
High rollers only. Keep walkin', professor.
I'm not here to gamble. I'm here looking for Keith.
Keith's busy. Take a hike.
We had a chess match, Keith.
The pride of rutgers...
Slits his wrists in the faculty lounge
After he stabbed the dean.
At least some of us know when we need help.
Get the fuck out of here, ya fuck...
What did the blind man say when he passed the fish market?
I don't know.
"Good morning, ladies."
What's going on, guys?
- They're gambling, Warren. - Relax, Brian.
What did we say about this?
What? It's a friendly game.
Corrado, it's too stressful. Look at him!
He's not even playin'.
Come on, guys. Let's wrap it up.
I saw your girl today at pet therapy.
How she keep her coat so shiny?
...they can be unexpected, frightening events.
Crater lake is located high in the cascades
Of south-Central oregon, about 250 miles south of portland...
I brought you a tea.
You did a good job tonight, kid. Here's your taste.
- That's all right.
Take it. You earned it.
Time once, I was a kid.
You know, my oldan was a stonemason.
He took me to work...
A job building a wall around some rich lady's garden.
She comes home.
I help carry her groceries.
She goes to give me a quarter,
Which was a lot in those days, but I say no.
She goes in. No sooner does she close the door,
When... Crack! My old man gives me a belt right across the mouth.
"What are you, a millionaire? You no need-a money?
You no like to eat?"
Even still, he was right.
He made me walk home that night.
11 fuckin' miles from Essex Fells back to Newark.
I'm from Essex Fells.
- A rich kid, huh?
Uh... Warren said I should get my buttons back.
On account of we weren't really supposed to be gambling.
Tell warren he can fuck himself.
Got a problem with that, tell him to come see me.
Can I get a kit-kat at least?
Do you believe this guy?
Get the fuck out of here?
Once in third grade...
I got a 96 on my spelling test, highest mark in the class.
I was so proud.
I brought it home to show my dad.
"What happened to the other four points?" He says.
Fuck you! Fuck... You!
... Uz f.M. Fredericksburg.
Your home for classic rock.
96.9.
Paulie, we should stop.
- Fuck are we? - Virginia.
You remember that place...
The dive with the fuckin' massage beds?
It was in Culpepper, Virginia.
- The Havenaire. - Ah!
We met those 16 years old hillbilly whores
Near the taxi stand.
Yeah.
You want the old days, let's go there.
We'll get a room, bucket of ice from the machine,
Bottle of scotch, order up a couple steaks...
Now you're fuckin' talkin'.
Excuse me! This place, is it new?
I think maybe,I don't know.
There was a motel on this spot though, right?
- The Havenaire? - I don't know.
Fuckin' guy.
Mr. Spears, you're all set.
Two king rooms, one night, checking out tomorrow.
From 6:00 to 10:00 we offer a complimentary buffet breakfast
In the courtesy room off the lobby.
Sign there, please.
Can you have room service send up
two fifths of Glenlivet?
I apologize, sir, we don't serve bottles.
There is a minibar in the room however.
- All right, a couple steaks then. - With baked potatoes.
Wraps and salads only after 11:00.
Buckingham's is still open though.
You could get some nachos.
Your dad, boy.
Him and me made this trip a thousand times
Back in the '60s.
He had a piece of that dog track, right?
Among other things.
This one time, my first trip ever,
We're going through Georgia.
He's got a '59 El Dorado with the fins.
The Biarritz, he used to let me steer.
I'm like 20 at the time, I'm a kid.
Never been 5 miles out of Newark. Anyway, I'm drivin', we get pulled over.
State trooper with the hat, fuckin' sunglasses.
I got no driver's license.
Of course not.
I'm shittin' a brick.
This is the deep fuckin' south we're in,
And we're italian.
I turn to your dad... "what do I tell this prick?"
"Relax," he says. "Tell him your cousin's on the job."
He gives me a southern-Sounding name.
The guy comes over.
"Oh, my cousin's a state trooper too," I tell him.
"Maybe you know him."
"What's his name?" "Barney Fife." Pow!
The prick gives me a shot, I don't know what the fuck hit me.
Your dad's fuckin' pissing himself.
I mean, I never watch tv. How the fuck do I know, right?
- So what happened? - Your dad had to "duke" the guy 100 fuckin' dollars.
Probably a month's salary in those days.
You know, I remember you around that time.
When I was bad, my dad used to threaten me
He was gonna get uncle Paulie to come get me.
Fuckin' Johnny boy, eh?
He loved you, my friend.
I remember the night you were born.
Only time I ever saw him cry.
Heh.
It's funny, you know, I...
Never knew where I stood with him.
Like he didn't believe in me or something.
Fucking kidding? He trusted you enough
to give you the willie overall thing.
- And you were what, 24? - 22
So there you go then.
I tell the guy, I said, "listen,
I don't mind paying for the tailpipe,
But that fuckin' muffler's still under warranty."
- All set? - Yeah.
- Nice talking to ya. - Yeah, you too.
Enjoy Miami.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
- What? - You tell some fuckin' goober your life story?
We're supposed to be laying low.
I'm gonna grab some danish for the road.
- You have shit on your pants, Don. - Please be patient with him.
Yes, ma'am.
Visiting day at the zoo.
Don't feed the chedrools.
- Uh, ma. - How was church?
It was fine. It was good.
You remember Mr. Soprano?
Corrado, please. Hello, my dear.
- How are you today? - I'd complain, but who'd listen?
They have me on some new medication. It makes me salivate.
I'll leave you two to visit. I have some letters to answer.
- He's a good boy, this one. - Thank you.
I have this new medication they put me on. It makes me salivate.
How are you feeling?
- Fine. - Maybe you can clear something up.
Dr. Mandl says you've been acting aggressively toward other patients?
First of all, that is total fucking bullshit.
- Carter... - Secondly, why don't you just lead off with that?
What are you talking about?
Instead of pretending to give a shit how I feel.
Now, apparently, you are becoming bully.
Dr. Mandl feels you're modeling your actions on the wrong people.
- Really? Like who? - You know who. That gangster.
You of all people should know not to believe what you read in the paper.
All that crap they wrote about daddy.
That was The Wall Street journal.
It was entirely different.
It's never enough, is it?
My whole time at MIT, you told me to get out and make friends.
Now I finally do learn to assert myself a little,
suddenly that's a negative.
Checking in... Spears.
- Sil. - I'll get us settled in.
- Hey. - It's not good.
The feds found a body.
Skeleton. They tentatively ID it as the guy.
- Ah, fuck. - Try and relax, huh?
How's Paulie holding up?
Jaws are holding up fine. He won't shut the fuck up.
- That's too bad. - What the fuck's he gotta worry about anyway?
Scenario like this, the feds ain't interested in him, believe me.
Look, I love the guy, it's just...
- You know how he is. - Believe me, I hear you.
What else? Let me think.
Um...
I looked in on Carm and she's okay.
All right, thanks.
Call me if you hear anything.
...use your hat!
- "And hope to hear from you soon."
"Sincerely... " no.
"Respectfully, Corrado Soprano."
Read it back.
"Dear vice president Cheney,
As a powerful man all too familiar with accidental gunplay,
I am writing in the hope that you will intervene in my case.
Like yourself, I was involved in an unfortunate incident
when a gun I was handling misfired."
- Head up, yo.
- I's you, I'd lay off the card games awhile. - Fuck's the matter?
The professor snitched you out to dr. Mandl.
What do you do with those, Jameel?
Autographed pictures of the man who capped Tony Soprano?
Shit, the motherfuckers go right on ebay.
Come on now, sign.
That was our deal.
You wanna keep getting them sodas?
Sick fuckin' world.
- For you. - Oh, wow.
I got one for Cristina and Gia too.
Thanks.
Where's the dvd?
That never occurred to me.
I'll have Sil fedex you one.
- Long as you're here. Salut'.
Hey, listen, before the girls get here,
Remember that cuban guy I was telling you about? He knocks over trucks.
Last load was american standard
Sinks, toilets, tubs...
- No shit? - Mmm.
- All right, let's talk. - I'll give you his number, you call him.
Now, check this out.
You're not gonna believe what I found when we were moving into the new house.
Holy fucking shit.
Mickey Pinto took that in 1963.
Look at that hair.
Handsome fuckin' guy, eh?
That wristband, the leather thing,
I remember getting one just like it,
Me and all my friends.
Wanted to be a tough guy just like him.
That big one, that's your uncle Junior
And your old man in front of Satriale's.
There he is.
It's the Biarritz. We were just talking about that.
I tell you what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna have my daughter
scan them into the computer so I can get a couple of copies for you.
Oh, that's my wife. I gotta take this.
No, stay, stay. It's all right, come on.
Uh, I gotta empty my bag anyway.
Hey, honey, sweetie, how's everything?
- Gia says hi, guys. - Hello, Gia!
He pisses in a bag now?
Jesus christ, fuckin kill me now.
Supporting them with a huge warehouse covering 28 acres!
Stuffed to the rafters with over 3,000 products
You can order at rock bottom prices
And sell for profits of up to 300% and more.
It's easy to wish for a better life...
Just pick up the phone and call this toll-Free number...
- Hello. - Junior, it's Pat.
You put any thought to our plan?
What plan?
The dentist, know, like we said.
- Who is this? - It's Pat!
The dentis remember? You were gonna make an appointment.
You sneak me off,
- Where would I lam it? - Um... A safe house, I don't know.
The time's not right.
I'm being watched. Call back later.
- 'Cause I'm headed back to Sarasota soon...
...free to get started. They give you plenty of ideas
and support and the quality of the product
is even better than what you see in the catalogs.
I decided I wanted something where I was my own boss...
Back in the day... '70s... Fuckin' '80s...
You didn't make a move in north Jersey
without this one up your ass.
I wasn't even born yet.
Please. Wanna talk about stand-up guys?
Sorry, Beans.
Hey, Carlo, can we get some more champagne please?
Hey, remember that yokel at the feast
Mouthing off to your cousin?
This maniac threw a vat of hot oil
right from the zeppole stand on this prick.
Oh my god.
Little powdered sugar, he would've been done.
And Ton', remember when we all rented
that house down the shore?
- With the bedbugs? - Summer of '78.
Carlo, Silvio, Frankie Napoli...
- Place up the beach... - Yeah.
...Sonny Spinz from the Bronx rented it,
That's where that hippy kid
"Mysteriously" drowned during that party.
Hey Ton', you okay?
Yeah yeah.
You sure, t? Yore being kinda quiet.
That's 'cause...
"Remember when" is the lowest form of conversation.
I told Tommy Deleo you're the boss now.
This fucking Deleo construction has always been a problem.
Tell him I personally am upset.
- Nice gravy, huh? - Yeah.
Anyway, your taste.
How's Patricia? You mind?
Go ahead.
Now I'll start by making a mountain fold on each corner.
Folding the corners into the center of the paper...
Touche, "captain blood."
Checkers, the thinking man's game.
You looking for a smack in the fuckin' mouth?
Corrado?
Language, please.
- What do you want? - If you'd move, perhaps I could reach the chess set.
And if I don't, what the fuck are you gonna do then?
- You don't intimidate me. - Corrado!
- You're lucky she's here, you little prick. - Naturally.
You're only toughwhen ty figure nearby
so things don't go too far. Oh, how the mighty have f...
Corrado!
Get him! Get him!
How do you like that, huh?
Fuckin' smart guy! How do you like that!
God, no!
I'm gonna kill this prick.
Would you describe Mr. Soprano as the aggressor?
Is he generally a troublemaker?
Nah, he cool.
You just gotta know how to talk to him is all.
That's a lovely watch you're wearing.
Is that vintage?
Bulova, yeah. Flea market.
Must have been quite expensive.
Why am I the only caregiver being interrogated here?
It wouldn't happen to be because of the color of my skin, now would it?
Thank you for your cooperation. You can go.
I'm gonna write a change order for Soprano's meds.
Yeah, I need a bridge loan. If you could.
- 200k. - Done.
What can il you? I've been fucking mush lately.
It happens.
I lost the 1:00 game by a field goal.
It was a pick 'em. Then the 4:00 game, I'm chasing the money,
I picked the 49ers minus two.
Ah, fuck it, you don't want to hear this.
It's been this way the last couple months though.
- Listen, this too shall pass.
- Thanks, Tateleh. - Any time.
All right.
Is this a nonsmoking room?
Go ahead.
Dinner was fun the other night.
- Yeah. - How do you know Peter?
Who Peter?
Beansie?
He's an old friend...
From the neighborhood.
So the other guy? The one with, um...
white hair thingies? What's his name again?
- Paulie. - Right.
What is he, like, your best friend?
- He say that? - I just figured.
The way he was talking.
Honestly, I thought heas your dad at first.
There was a time when I wished he was.
He... He used to work for my dad.
I know, he told me.
Corrado? Corrado?
- Huh? - It's time for group.
It's these new pills last couple of days.
I got no pep.
Oh, that'll change. There's a slight adjustment period.
But I'm sleeping all the time now. I can't focus.
Just givit some time, you'll feel a lot better
And your memory will improve too.
You know that's bullshit, right?
They're trying to numb you out,
'cause of what you did to the professor.
Where the fuck is this guy?
West on 84, Beans said, right?
There.
What the fuck is this?
Ho! Ho ho ho! God damn it.
Who's Ramon?
Waiting long?
So everybody come tonight except Charo?
All right, hold on, hold on, hold on.
I'm Tony, this is Paulie.
This is Esteban and the rest of the guys.
So our friend in the wheelchair tells us you get regular access to goods?
Okay.
I got a trailer full of power tools,
Coming in later on this month.
Factory-sealed black and deckers and makitas.
I can get r you 50 cent on the dollar.
60 grand.
Well, 55 would work but that includes shipping to Jersey.
We look like fucking UPS?
Look, you send the truck up north, we send it back-loaded.
I got a line on air mattresses, pool toys,
And I can round the load out with Kerastase,
It's a french shampoo... $20 a bottle retail.
Now you get 5% after sale,
But that's gonna involve a little trust.
'Sta bien.
All right.
We're looking for a long-term relationship.
- We'll be calling. - All right.
You okay?
Corrado, how you doing today?
I'm dying a slow death, that's how I'm doing.
Just take your meds, yo.
Real fucking nazi now, huh?
Stop fucking pushing!
Ah! I wasn't!
Yo, stop bumping dickheads out there!
You should seen him out there.
The fuck can handle himself.
He's got the gazzis of a 20-Year-Old.
He's my friend, but, jesus, what a fucking chiacchierone.
"Yup-Yup-Yup- Yup-Yup-Yup."
He tells me, "don't say nothing to nobody." He's got prostate.
I say, "sure." He tells everybody.
He was always like that.
Nah, he was Gary-Fucking-Cooper.
You forget.
One time, I fell asleep while he was on the phone.
I wake up 20 minutes later,
And he was still going.
I gotta say...
It concerns me.
Lately.
Nah.
Come on, huh?
Hey, people live alone, they get like that. It's sad.
I'm leaving for my card game.
Are you two okay?
- Dinner was great, hon. - Any time, you know that.
Thank you.
That's a great girl you got there.
The way she stood by you.
Now you see, that's what Paulie doesn't got.
Now I'm speaking to your point.
He's got no wife.
He's got no kids.
He's got no steady income stream neither.
Which is coming to an end.
I told him, if you can't show legit income,
You're vulnerable to the feds.
He don't do shit about it.
I think you're worrying for nothing, Tony.
Things are going great.
Finally.
Maybe I'm just...
Waiting for the other shoe to drop.
All I know is,
Paulie Gualtieri is a stand-up guy.
Has he ever really been put the test?
You know, he had this painting of me in his house.
I was all dressed up like a fucking general.
I heard about that.
Yeah, it pissed me off.
Thought it was a fucking joke.
- But I don't think it was. - He loves you, Ton'.
You're all he's got.
You, the guys and his image.
I love him too.
You always did.
Hey, Sil.
I'm here with Bobby.
- He just got a call from Jenna. - Who?
Karen's sister.
Works in the courthouse.
Oh, yeah yeah.
And?
- Are you sitting down? - Just fucking tell me.
Jackie Aprile.
- What? - You heard me.
Larry told them J.A. was totally responsible
For e death of a certain african-american person.
- He covered your ass. - Congratulations, Anthony!
Yeah, well...
You got to wonder what's next, huh?
Yeah, but for tonight, huh?
All right, thanks.
Talk to you later.
We're off the hook on this willie overall thing.
Oh! Thank god! That's fucking beautiful.
Yeah.
Know what we're going to do?
We're gonnat treat ourselves before we leave.
I was thinking maybe we'd do some sport fishing.
You serious?
Yeah? What are you kidding,
the fucking marlin they got out here?
We'll rent a boat.
Yeah. Sure.
"What's that got to do with chicken farming?" He asks.
The whore says, "last year, I raised over 5,000 cocks."
- Where you going? - The head. I gotta piss.
- One more? - Yeah. One more.
Two fags decide they want a baby.
So they jack off in a cup,
Use the sperm to get a lady friend of theirs pregnant.
Nine months later, they go to the hospital.
They see all the babies in the nursery.
"Look," they say. "Our baby's the sweetest one.
He's not even crying at all."
Ah... God damn it, what t fuck is it?
"Now he's not crying," the nurse says.
"Just wait till we take the pacifier out of his ass."
Right, yeah.
Oh, fuck me!
Accident! Accident!
God fucking damn it!
Corrado, what happened?
Oh, jesus christ on the cross.
It's all right.
Come on.
I'm an old man. It was an accident, for christ's sake.
You're on ditropan specifically to avoid incontinence.
Not to mention celexa, which should be curtailing your aggressiveness.
I'm taking my medication.
Ask jormel, you don't believe me.
Jameel. He's been let go.
Mr. Soprano, there's a mutual trust
among the staff and our patients regarding treatment.
That means you have a choice...
you can either wear depends
While you await transfer to another facility,
Or you can take your medication as prescribed.
Here, Corrado. Time for your medicine.
Where the fuck is my Ipod?
Every day it's your Ipod, Carter.
Just stop causing a commotion!
What'd you do that for?
I should piss myself again?
But I did the thing.
They're muscling me, what do you want me to tell you?
I could have gotten in trouble.
You don't even give a shit.
Let's get a card game together.
- They fired Jormel. - Jameel?
Fuck him! You got me.
Maybe tomorrow, kid. Don't know. I'm tired.
Old ironsides!
Ho! You're supposed to say "who, beansie?"
Yeah.
Where you been?
You didn't come to lunch.
I brought you these...
From Keith. He owed me money.
"Hootie and the blowfish."
Thanks.
That was a nice lett you wrote to Cheney.
But he don't read 'em himself,
They got computers that do it.
I asked Lynch, the professor.
What are you talking to him for?
He says we'll have a better chance if we write him at his outfit...
Halliburton.
My father owned Grumman stock.
My grandpa said my dad lacked character.
Grandpa was a lion.
You're very smart, anthony.
I'm sure you're very good with spelling too.
Rigatoni a la Paulie.
But since you're eating it, maybe it should be "rigatoni a la Tony"?
Heh heh.
Ah!
Oh, madonn'!
What? You're not hungry?
My fucking stomach.
You know, when you went down below,
I thought I saw a whale.
- No shit. - It made me think of Ginny Sack.
That joke Ralph made about her, that was some funny shit,
no matter what John said.
You got to have a sense of humor, right?
Yeah.
I heard she took an office job.
- Chubb insurance. - Heh heh!
It was you told him, right?
I mean, it's no big deal.
I could hardly resist.
Grapevine, Ton'. I don't know.
Yeah.
He was a funny prick, that Ralph.
His "Gladiator" fixation,
The time he hit georgie in the eye with the chain.
Heh heh heh!
I'd have loved to have seen John's face when he heard that crack.
Always fucking holier-Than-Thou 'cause he didn't fuck other women.
Mr. Broomstick-Up- His-Ass.
Heh heh heh.
You know,
No offense, but... you ever had yourself checked for tourette's?
What?
Tourette's syndrome...
Seriously.
"Heh heh." It's like you got a tick or something.
I don't no. It's like some people grind their teeth.
When I'm nervous... tense or something.
Come on, you told John about that joke, right?
- It wasn't me, Ton'. - No?
That's right.
You want a drink?
All right, Stewarts.
- Think fast! - Jesus! Ton'!
Fuck, that hurt.
What does it take to get something to eat?
When my time comes,
tell me, will I stand up?
Who was at the door?
"Williams-Sonoma. From Paulie.
The Elektra semiautomatic chrome espresso machine."
- So? - My god, Tony.
This is, like, $2,000.
I mean, what is wrong with that man?
What's wrong with him? Nothing.
It's guys like him that allows our whole lifestyle here.
Take me over to Jeanette's house.
Ah!
In an apparent escalation of a mafia power struggle...
What year? Let me see,
'72, '73, back in the feech lamanna days.
I'm on a roll. I mean, I haven't lost a bet in fucking months.
...after a brazen ambush by...
Hey, ton', you see this shit?
Skip.
Hey.
Looks like Phil's the main guinea over there now, huh?
Anyway, we're at maxwell's plum,
The saturday night before the game.
Who walks in but fucking namath?
Three sheets to the wind, fuckin' staggering like a sailor.
So I know the game is going into the toilet.
I said to my brother Jerry...
He was just a kid at the time...
"Take this money down to old caruso on the corner
and put it all against the jets."
My brother was just recovering from rheumatic fever...