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: Look, uh, these people wanna meet you. Frank
: What? Gags
: They're stand-up guys Frank
: If I wanna meet people, I'll go to a fuckin' country club.
: You're marking time is what you are. You're backing off. You're hiding out. You're waiting for a bus that you hope never comes because you dont wanna get on it anyway because you don't wanna go anywhere. Ok?
: I see on your application here - by the way, you misspelled mail, it's M-A-L-E, the other's what we put in post boxes - I see you put under employer: 1959 to 1976, Joliet State Penitentiary. Frank
: Yes. Mrs. Knowles
: You worked for the state, I take it? Frank
: After a fashion. Mrs. Knowles
: And what did you do at the prison? Frank
: Desks. I, uh, I spot-welded desks, and then I got promoted to shoes. Mrs. Knowles
: You were in charge of the shop? Frank
: Lady, I was a convict, I was doing time. Mrs. Knowles
: You were what? Jessie
: Frank, let's go. Mrs. Knowles
: Umm, you have to understand, we have more applicants than children... Frank
: Then why do you still have kids here? As a kid I would not be falling all over myself to stay in one of these places. We will relieve you of some of the burden. Mrs. Knowles
: But the point is, we establish criteria for parenting, and an ex-convict compared to other desirables... Frank
: Great, so we'll take a kid that's not so desirable. You got a black kid? We'll take a black kid. You got a chink kid? Mrs. Knowles
: You don't seem to understand... Frank
: Nobody likes older kids. You got an eight-year old black chink kid, we'll take him. Jessie
: Frank... Frank
[removes ring from finger
: If it's a matter of, uh, y'know, here. Mrs. Knowles
: What is that? Frank
: What is that? That is D-flawless, three-point-two karats, emerald cut. Mrs. Knowles
: This is not a marketplace. Frank
: Right. Y'know, you're not smart enough to take this anymore than you are to, to, recognize good parents. Mrs. Knowles
: Get out of my office. Frank
: You did not ask about us. You didn't ask what kind of people we are. There is a child waiting, and you are denying us him, and him us. Who the hell are you?
: I come here to discuss a piece of business with you, and whadda you gonna do? You gonna tell me fairy tales? Attaglia
: Hey, who da fuck are you slick? Somebody knows you? Whadda you, crazy or what?
: I am the last guy in the world that you wanna fuck with.
: Your criteria are so far up your ass, they can't see daylight! This is bullshit!
: I got some A-B-C type information for you, lady. I was state-raised, and this is a dead place. A child in eight-by-four green walls, after awhile you tell the walls 'my life is yours.' What, didja grow up in the suburbs? Mrs. Knowles
: Yes. Frank
: Right! Right!
: Look, in what I do there are sometimes pressures. What the hell do you think that I do? Come on. Come on, every morning I walk in for five months, say hi - what the hell do you think that I do? Jessie
: You sell little fucking cars, that's what you do. Frank
: I wear $150 slacks, I wear silk shirts, I wear $800 suits, I wear a gold watch, I wear a perfect, D-flawless three carat ring. I change cars like other guys change their fucking shoes. I'm a thief. I've been in prison, all right? Jessie
: So what, I don't care. Frank
: So what? Jessie
: Don't tell me. Frank
: So what? I never even told my wife that... Jessie
: I don't care. Frank
: Who is now gone. Did I ever come on to you? Jessie
: No. Frank
: Well you see. Jessie
: See? See what? Frank
: See, I - I am a straight arrow. I am a true blue kind of a guy. I've been cool. I am now unmarried. So let's cut the mini-moves and the bullshit, and get on with this big romance. Jessie
: ...What? I don't believe it. Do you think that I've been waiting for you to come along? What is this shit. Frank
: You think I'm kidding, I can tell. This is strictly on the up and up. Jessie
: Jesus Christ.
: He down our merch? Is it gone? Does he carry the cash on him, what? Barry
: I'm talking to somebody's somebody. I will know in about 25 minutes.
: Did it ever occur to you, to try to work for a living? Take down your own scores? Unnamed Detective
: OK, fuck this guy. Urrizi
: I'll tell you something, I'm gonna be on your ass so much, you're gonna get careless. And on that day I'm gonna be in that place. Frank
: And that, is the last place that you wanna be. 'Cause no matter what happens, I will never, ever take a pinch from a greasy motherfucker like you.
: Hey, car salesman. Urizzi. You remember my name now? Frank
: How can I not? Since the police department does not hire too many Puerto Ricans. Urrizi
: Hey asshole, I'm Italian. Frank
: I'm pleased to meet you ugly wop son of a bitch. Urrizi
: You motherfucker.
: You talking to me or somebody else walk in this room?
: You are making big profits from my work, my risk, my sweat. But that is okay, because I elected to make that deal. But now, the deal is over. I want my end, and I am out. Leo
: Why don't you join a labor union? Frank
: I am wearing it. Mitch
: Frank, don't. Attaglia
: Do it slick. Frank
: My money in 24 hours, or you will wear your ass for a hat.
: What are you doing in your life that is so terrific?
: I have run out of time. I have lost it all. So I can't work fast enough to catch up. I can't run fast enough to catch up. And the only thing that catches me up is doing my magic act.
: Look, you wanna pinch me then pinch me... I'll be out in 5 minutes. If not, GET THA FUCK OFF MY CAR!