where's homeboy?
i know what i'm doing.
don't fight me, man. let me git it out.
well, homeboy, you almost there. turn around.
well, all right, then.
hey, man, gimme some skin.
that's a fine chick.
except she live on the hill and got a grandma.
eat lead, coppers.
bang, bang. you're dead.
i forgot to tell you i'm wearing a bulletproof vest.
i'm tired of always playing the cops. i wanna be bogart sometimes.
i'm not too short to be cagney.
he use to be a big shot.
man, i'm glad we got you out of there. with west indian archie on your ass, your name on the wire -- boston the best goddam place in the world for you -- things are too hot and it's not even summer.
yeah. cool it and lay dead for a while, homeboy. and don't worry none.
you got to eat somethin', red.
i ain't doing bad.
jesus, red, she's just a kid.
yeah, rudy.
rudy does catering. rich joints on beacon hill.
tell him about baldy.
christ, red, no--
you the man!
what did you do, homey, palm it?
jesus christ, homey, you are nuts.
look like homey got himself a brand new hype.
i got to hand it to you, homey. that's the best preacher hype i ever did hear.
come on, baby. i don't pay that shit no mind.
baby, i love you. take it easy, greasy. how about a snort?
you is something, homeboy. my trouble is -- i ain't had enough stuff yet, i ain't et all the ribs i want and i sure ain't had enough white tail yet.
well, sammy's dead. yeah, fell over in the bed with a chick twenty years younger than him. had twenty-five grand in his pocket.
i ain't seen archie, but the vine tells it he's living somewhere's in the bronx. if you can call it living.