fuck you! i could snap my fingers and have you dead in four hours, rotting in a truck off of boyleston! you insignificant little fuck! i always get my fuckin' money!
fuckin' 90's are killin' me. i shouldn't a done that. you're not supposed to tell a guy you're gonna kill him anymore. i gotta tip-toe through the tulips with these assholes. i prance. i'm a prancer. it's what i do.  sucked all the fun right out of this job.
yeah. thanks, rocco. see ya.
hey, rocco, wait. come back here.
i always see you talking to the boys and making them laugh. they always come around telling me what a crack up you are. what is it they call you?
the funny man. well, i got a new job for you, just for now. roc, i'm having a real shitty day. i'm depressed. tell me a funny story or a joke.
he's a nigger.
continue the joke.
very good stuff, rocco. very good stuff. tell me another one.
hey, augustus, i need your help, i got a serious problem here. i'm not screwing around.
hey, i just.
i need il duce.
this kid, this package boy could bring down the whole east coast. if he decides to turn states he could dismantle us.  totally. but it looks like for now, he's content with just killing us one by one. and even worse the kid is good at it. i mean i had a prodigy on my hands the whole time and didn't even know it.
yeah. i was only twelve or thirteen when you guys used to talk about him, like he was a ghost or something.
there's ways around that.
you gonna tell me what's going on here?! huh! you little fuck! gimme some answers!
what do you guys think?
there's only one way to get them to talk.
oh jesus christ!
hey, i don't have my name spray painted on the front of this house. there are no big pictures of me anywhere. if this guy thinks the job is still a go then i got green money says the mother fucker's out in the bushes already. i'm fucking gone! i'm leaving you guys to deal with this.
fuckin' do something!