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[Paulie and Christopher chase Mikey into the woods, until he finally twists his ankle and falls
] Mikey Palmice
: Please, please, come on! No! Paulie 'Walnuts' Gualtieri
: Fuckin' poison ivy all over me. Christopher Moltisanti
: My friend Brendan, you shot him in the bathtub, naked. No chance to run. Mikey Palmice
: I swear to god, it wasn't me! It was Junior! He fucking hated that kid! Christopher Moltisanti
: Yeah, right. It was Junior. Mr. Magoo!
: And if Chuckie calls, you get me on his cellphone. Ho! You hear me? JoJo Palmice
: Yeah, I think that I heard you already. Mikey Palmice
: Go take a Midol.
: I think you shoulda taken care of this Christopher Moltisanti thing the minute it first happened. You shoulda sent a clear-cut signal so they know you fuck with Junior Soprano... Corrado 'Junior' Soprano
: Take it easy! We're not making a western here.
: [points a gun at Brendan's head
] Hijack. Bye, Jack.
[shoots him in the eye
: Hey, babe. Look what Chucky brought us. JoJo Palmice
: Another kitchen appliance. Whoop-fuckin'-pee. Mikey Palmice
: Then slit ya wrists, why don't ya? Chucky Signore
: Truck load fell off the loading dock at Zim's last night. JoJo Palmice
: It's not even a Bra-oon. Mikey Palmice
] That's a Braun, babe.
: I may be getting bumped up. A notch or two. Tony Soprano's on his way out, and I mean as in forever. JoJo Palmice
: Oh my god. He's going to jail? Mikey Palmice
: Nah, the other forever. JoJo Palmice
: Does Junior know? Mikey Palmice
: [chuckles and shakes his head
] Oh, jeez.
: Your nephew, what's he... retarded? He likes to play with trucks or something? Tony Soprano
: Retarded? What if Jerry Lewis heard you talkin' like that? Mikey Palmice
: No, that's muscular dystrophy, Tone. Tony Soprano
: It's too bad they don't have a telethon for fuckface-itis, huh? They find a cure yet?
: I'm gonna give you a break. When I toss you over, if you can fly, I won't shoot you down. Deal?
Corrado 'Junior' Soprano
: I'm sick and tired of him. Having to make excuses for him all the time. Mikey Palmice
: It isn't right. Corrado 'Junior' Soprano
: 'Cause he's a fuckin' mental weakling. Mikey Palmice
: I know. Corrado 'Junior' Soprano
: You don't know shit, Mikey! He's seeing a psychiatrist, for Christ's sake. How about that, huh? My nephew is seeing a psychiatrist! Makes me wanna cry. Mikey Palmice
: No shit. Corrado 'Junior' Soprano
: Indictments being prepared. He's spilling his guts. Mikey Palmice
: I fuckin' knew it. Corrado 'Junior' Soprano
: No you didn't fuckin' know it! I just told you! God knows how much of our family business he airs, if the place is bugged. Mikey Palmice
: That stuff's not admissible. It's that, uh, that doctor-patient privilege just like us and Melvoin. Corrado 'Junior' Soprano
: Melvoin's a lawyer. He's in the fuckin' ballpark. Suppose this shrink gets scared or something. You remember those two fuckin' Escobedo brothers, whoever the fuck, in California? They whacked their parents? The shrink was in the fuckin' witness chair. Mikey Palmice
: Shit. Corrado 'Junior' Soprano
: Anthony wants to play games. OK. I taught him games. I taught him how to play baseball. Mikey Palmice
: You're talking about clipping him? Corrado 'Junior' Soprano
: Nobody would slap my wrist if I did.