Saturday Night Fever
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:07:30
- Dinner's on the table.
- I'm not hungry.

:07:33
Just because you're kicking in for food,
doesn't mean you don't eat.

:07:39
- I've got my shirt on.
- So?

:07:42
- I don't want to get anything on it.
- You don't have to worry.

:07:46
Your mother's spaghetti sauce
doesn't drip or taste.

:07:51
Let's go!
:08:03
It's always the same.
:08:05
You say I'm late for dinner, but I work
until six and can't make dinner in time.

:08:10
You should've been a priest, like your
brother. You wouldn't worry about a job.

:08:15
Yeah.
:08:16
- Must you always cross yourself?
- He's a priest. Father Frank Junior.

:08:22
She doesn't have much to cross
herself about these days.

:08:26
- You're so jealous of Frank Junior.
- Shut up!

:08:31
- Hey, watch the shirt, stupid!
- Basta! Mangia, mangia!

:08:37
- Eat. I've got more pork chops.
- More pork chops? I'm out of work!

:08:42
As long as we have a dollar,
we eat good. I might get a job.

:08:46
Like hell! 25 years in construction
work. I've always had a paycheque.

:08:52
For 6, 7 months I'm out of work,
and all of a sudden you hit me.

:08:57
- And talk back. Talk of getting a job.
- OK, no hitting at the dinner table.


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