:08:00
Over my dead body are you gonna
move junk into this building.
:08:02
Whoa.
Who said anything about junk?
:08:04
We're talkin' about
a little numbers action...
:08:05
some broads, Mario Lanza
on the jukebox. Relax.
:08:08
Don't tell me to relax,
you son of a bitch.
:08:10
Watch your mouth,
you little prick.
:08:13
Come on.
:08:18
Go hang out
with the other girls.
:08:19
There ya go, ya punks.
:08:23
They're runnin'.
:08:54
Squeal, pig!
:09:00
How do you like them apples,
fat ass?
:09:04
You boys all right?
:09:06
Do I look like
I'm all right, you moron?
:09:10
Get me outta here.
:09:11
Help me get this guy
outta here.
:09:13
Hey, Bobby.
Let's get outta here.
:09:22
Beautiful.
:09:30
It smells good in here, mom.
:09:31
It's comin' from next door.
:09:38
Well, what are we
supposed to eat?
:09:39
I started to make
the cacciatore.
:09:42
You know, it was
my Alley's favorite.
:09:44
The onion made me cry.
:09:46
What about makin'
my favorite, ma?
:09:47
It's a dish called food.
:09:49
I'm fuckin' starving.
:09:51
Watch that mouth!
:09:53
What you talk like that
to me for?
:09:55
-Hey, ma. What's goin' on?
-Nothin'. No dinner.
:09:59
If you would take the money
we give you...