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: You got somethin' gnawin' at your conscience, stinkweed? Well, what're you worth? Five hundred? Trinità
: Uh, well, not yet. I'm just startin' out. But Judge Fitzpatrick told me that if I keep up like this, I'll be worth a thousand! Right now, I'm up to fifty. Bounty Hunter
: Fifty bucks? How'd you manage to win that? Stealin' chickens? Trinità
: Nah, they was turkeys!
'Farrah' the Mother
: Why didn't you write your Ma? Trinità
: 'cause I don't know how to write. And you don't know how to read. The Father
: Yeah, he's got a point, there.
: You leavin', right away? Bambino
: If you're stayin', yeah. Trinità
: Why don't you talk to him, Pa? The Father
: [to Bambino
] Listen: if I was you, I'd drown him, right there in that tub. Trinità
: Hey, you ain't gonna take the old geezer up on that are ya? Ma!
: Aw, listen, Bambino... Bambino
: Shut up. And don't call me Bambino. Trinità
: What do you want me to call you? Bambino
: It is Lucifer. Lucifer in person! Trinità
: [to Bambino
] You know him? Bambino
: No, I've never heard of him. He sounds like a professional from back East. Trinità
: [to Monk
] Hmm. Well, this Lucifer or whatever shows up, tell him to go to hell.
: Son of a buzzard.
: Every monk who is a monk, punch a monk who idn't a monk.
: May the good lord... Bambino
: Put a bullet between your eyes!
: Et voilà! Chasse à la Magdalene, avec petite oignons, marron sautés, pomme de terre au petite poivre, champignons sautés.
] Maitre D'
: I hope it is to your liking, gentlemen! Trinità
: So what's so funny, huh?
: [Trinity and Bambino, in brand-new suits, bluff their way into an exclusive restaurant
] I'm sorry, gentlemen, you have to be members. Trinità
: [stands up straight
] What do you think WE are?