Never me.
Never me.
Hey, Mr. Bigante.
The second time you turn me down for a drink, man.
What, you don’t like my champagne?
Hey, could be,
I don’t know, maybe some misfucking understanding here.
I don’t know, man.
Maybe you don’t remember me.
My name is. Maybe I don’t give a shit.
Maybe I don’t remember the last time I blew my nose either.
Who the fuck are you? I should remember you, huh?
What, you think you like me?
You ain’t like me, motherfucker.
You a punk. I’ve been with,
made people.
Connected people. Who you’ve been with?
Chain snatching, Javass,
Monaco, motherfuckers.
Why don’t you get lost? Go ahead,
snatch your purse. Come on,
take a fucking walk. I think the only problem here
is that Stephanie doesn’t know where she belongs.
Come on, Stephanie,
let’s go. Stephanie belongs here.
That’s where she belongs.
I think Stephanie is making a big fucking mistake.
Hey, hey!
Put that fucking gun away.
Go, go, go!
How does it feel, huh