No. 3/Script

The following is a script of the mission No.3 in The Ballad of Gay Tony.

Dialogue

Mori: Fucking intense! Woo! Did you see Little Lou here though? He started shitting in his panties when the cops showed up. Hey, check it out, Brucie. You know I think Lou here might be even slightly a bigger pussy than you.

Luis: We're done, right? I mean, we're squared? You got your cars now, so now I don't have to sit here and listen to your tiny man bullshit.

Mori: Sure, sure Lou, sure sure sure. You could go... if you're as dumb as you look.

Luis: Excuse me?

Mori: You got an opportunity here. Look at me, look at me. Watch my lips move. I can teach you things. Come on! Think apprentice. Think intern. Minion, yeah! Think squire boy. You, following me all around, learning to become a business mastermind. No more clubs. No more Tony Queen. You, my friend, could be free.

Luis: Mori, is this a joke, man? I mean, you're the guy that needs to learn something. Shit, you're awful, bro. Hey, maybe someone can teach you about the most basic human behavior. Brucie, please, do this guy a favor.

Mori: Brucie?

Brucie: Me?

Luis: Well you're the guy in the family with some manners.

Mori: You think that I could learn something from Little B here? The marshmallow man?

Brucie: Mori.

Mori: This pale piece of turd?

Brucie: Alright cut it out, M.

Mori: The man is nothing but beyond pathetic.

Brucie: Alright! That's it Mori! Cut it out!

Mori: Are you kidding?

(Brucie punches Mori in the face)

Mori: What the fuck man? What the fuck are you doing? Oh God, you know the rules.

Brucie: I-I-I'm sorry Mori, I forgot, man.

Mori: Never, never in the face. Oh come on. This is - this is top work up here. You know I've got a weakened septum.

Brucie: Okay, j-j-just don't tell Mom, okay? Okay?

Mori: Okay. Okay. You gonna take me home?

Brucie: Yeah, shit, okay, yeah, shit. Come on, let's go. Okay. Okay. Come on.

(Brucie helps Mori to his feet)

Mori: Ow ow ow!

Brucie: Yeah yeah yeah, okay.

Luis: See you ladies later, okay?

Brucie: Yeah uh-uh, I'll see you at the club or something! Okay.

Mori: Ow, it hurts so bad.