The Sopranos

Carmela: ah, stupid thing. The pressure is shot.

Can you live with regular instead of espresso?

Never mind, sweetie. Thanks anyway.

Hey hey. Sorry for the ambush.

I brung up your paper.

I am meeting the new realtor.

Yeah? Good luck.

Got a call from sergeant danny over in newark p.d.

yeah? And?

T? The feds are doing some digging over by branford avenue.

Willie overall... The bookie,

labor day, 1982?

Danny says he hears it's larry barese that's been talkin'.

Lotta work for a dead fuckin' bookie.

Come on, kid. Do it.

You made your bones with that prick, eh?

Yeah.

Old zepupin's house.

You were shaky a little, but you did good.

I remember tellin' your old man.

25 years, t.

Possible there's nothing left.

There'll be bones, teeth.

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna pack our toothbrushes.

Call you in a few days on the alternate cell.

Any emergencies, call sil or bobby.

And if you need more cash, call me.

I know the drill, tony.

You know, it's not like I won a trip to paris.

You have everything? Your razor?

Yeah. Yeah, I think so.

I... I can buy whatever I need.

- will you make sure you wear your sunblock? - it's nothing.

A little gambling charge, that's all. It's gonna be fine.

It's just... You know, better safe than sorry.

I know, it's just... This is what life is still like...

At our age?

My tomatoes are just coming in.

It's good to see you. - yeah.

You seem good, junior, I gotta say.

Fuck does that mean? I'm fuckin' incarcerated, for christ's sake.

The medicine, the aricept, it agrees with you.

You're not repeating yourself so much.

You gotta get me out of here...

The smell alone in this fuckin' place.

What do you hear from my nephew?

Tony? They sent me a card for my birthday.

I'm still waitin' for an apology. Tell him.

All right.

Which one of you's gonna tell him?

We'll figure it out, junior.

If you made an appointment

with an outside dentist,

that might do the trick.

What trick?

We'll meet you there

and sneak you off in our car.

Dinner, 10 minutes.

So what do you think, junior?

Enchiladas tonight.

Here's the electricians' union.

Don't let 'e take my plate, kid.

Make sure there's enough so everybody can buy in.

$60.

- for sodas and fuckin' candy? - caffeinated sodas and sugar.

You know some of them ain't allowed this shit.

Gets them all riled. I could lose my job.

- fuckin' stick-up artist. I already gave you my watch. - don't count my money, nigga.

You're makin' 500% off these motherfuckers.

You're good till lights out.

I'll steer people away from the door.

All right. No-limit five-card stud.

$40 buy-in to the house.

The white buttons are five bucks. The red buttons are 10.

"red buttons."

what'd you say?

Today, we got coca-colas...

Fuck was I just sayin'?

- the soda, junior. - what soda?

Right, the coke.

The real kind, not the diet shit,

ice cold, five buttons.

Plus, we got snickers, kit-kats and sprees, also five.

Ll take some sprees.

Okay, ante up.

This is nice, huh?

A lile road trip, just you and me...

All things considered, of course.

Yeah, just like the old days.

Willie-fuckin'- overall,

after all these years.

You remember drivin' around with that prick in the trunk lookin' for a spot?

What was it, like a week before a.j. Was born, right?

No, meadow.

- now she's gonna be a dr. - yeah.

Remember we took you to luger's after

me, puss, ralphie.

Chevy chase... Fuck ever happened to him?

Let me ask you something.

You mentioned ralph before.

A few years ago, he had that beef with johnny sack,

he made a crack about ginny...

Huge fuckin' mole on her ass or some shit.

Yeah?

Who the fuck would tell johnny about that joke?

How should I know?

Nine of clubs.

You know, I try to be cooperative,

but it's that same message over and over!

Walter, what do you got?

Flush.

No, you don't. George?

- uh... - what?

- george, what do you got? - hmm?

- your hand. - he's got alzheimer's!

- help him, for christ's sake! - pair of jacks.

Guy comes home with a bouquet of flowers for his wife.

"I guess I'll have to spread my legs now," she says.

"why?" he asks. "don't you have a vase?"

high rollers only. Keep walkin', professor.

I'm not here to gamble. I'm here looking for keith.

Keith's busy. Take a hike.

We had a chess match, keith.

The pride of rutgers...

Slits his wrists in the faculty lounge

after he stabbed the dean.

At least some of us know when we need help.

Get the fuck out of here, ya fuck...

What did the blind man say when he passed the fish market?

I don't know.

"good morning, ladies."

what's going on, guys?

- they're gambling, warren. - relax, brian.

What did we say about this?

What? It's a friendly game.

Corrado, it's too stressful. Lookt him!

He's not even playin'.

Come on, guys. Let's wrap it up.

I saw your girl today at pet therapy.

Hodoes she keep her coat so shiny?

...they can be unexpected, frightening events.

But they're justutiful part of the scenery. Park,

crater lake is located high in the cascades

of south-central oregon, about 250 miles south of portland...

I brought you your tea.

You did a good job tonight, kid. Here's your taste.

that's all right.

Take it. You earned it.

Time once, I was a kid.

You know, my oldan was a stonemason.

He took me to work...

A job building a wall around some rich lady's garden.

She mes home.

I help carry her groceries.

She goes to give me a quarter,

which was a lot in those days, but I say no.

She goes in. No sooner does she close the door,

when... Crack! My old man gives me a belt right across the mouth.

"what are you, a millionaire? You no need-a money?

You no like-a eat?"

"what are you, a millionaire? You no need-wow.ney?

Even still, he was right.

He made me walk home that night.

11 fuckin' miles from essex fells back to newark.

I'm from essex fells.

a rich kid, huh?

Uh... Warren said I should get my buttons back

on account of we weren't really supposed to be gambling.

Tell warren he can fuck himself.

Got a problem with that, tell him to come see me.

Can I get a kit-kat at least?

Do you believe this guy?

Get the fuck out of here?

Once in third grade...

I got a 96 on my spelling test, highest mark in the class.

I was so proud.

I brought it home to show my dad.

"what happened to thother four points?" he says.

Fuck you! Fuck... You!

... Uz f.m. Fredericksburg.

Your home for classic rock.

96.9.

Paulie, we should stop.

- fuck are we? - virgin.

You remember that place...

The dive with the fuckin' massage beds?

It was in culpepper, virginia.

- the havenaire. - ah!

We met those 16-ye-old hillbilly whores

near the taxi stand.

Yeah.

You want the old days, let's go there.

We'll get a room, bucket of ice from the machine,

bottle of scotch, order up a couple steaks...

Heh heh heh. Now you're fuckin' talkin'.

Excuse me! This place, is it new?

I think maybe, I don't know.

There was a motel on this spot though, right?

- the havenaire? - I don't know.