Frosting on the Cake/Script

The following is a script of the mission Frosting on the Cake in The Ballad of Gay Tony.

Script

Rocco: Oh, look who it isn't?

Gracie: Jesus, you could knock or something. I mean, my heart is beating to hundred beats a minute. You almost put me in the hospital.

Sharon: This is good blow.

Evan: Here, give me some!

Rocco: Oh, I know. Listen, Gracie, tell your father, tell him...

Gracie: Tell him you've been selling me coke? He will love that!

Rocco: No, no, I don't mean that. I mean, tell him, tell him I'm okay, you know, tell him I'm on the up...

Luis: Yeah, tell him if he wants a good fake tan or some hair gel, Rocco can hook him up.

Rocco: Oh, fuck off, Luis!

Luis: Try it, bro. I'll happily do more time for you.

Gracie: Oh, Luis, you always gotta act so tough. Just have a fucking line and chill out, like me. You people.

Evan: Luis is always such a buzz kill.

Sharon: We're meant to be having fun here... I'm having fun. I am. Where's my fucking phone?

Rocco: This coke is kind of speedy, Rock.

Luis: Where's Tony?

Sharon: He went out.

Gracie: You better not be spiking me with speed, Rock, or I will be so angry...

Luis: Where did he go?

Gracie: Who? What is wrong with you? Man, you are ruining my buzz, Luis.

Luis: Tony! Where's Tony?

Gracie: He is over there.

Rocco: Yeah, passed out. Again. Guy's a fucking mess, Luis. Holding you back.

Evan: He holds everyone back.

Gracie: No he doesn't.

Luis: Get up. Come on, get up.

Rocco: Yeah, get up you has been, no good 1980s throw back relapse junkie fag.

Luis: What is wrong with you? Tony, get up, baby.

Tony: Ladies, gentlemen, more shots... Hey, hey guys. What's going on?

Luis: You tell me, boss. What's going on? Why did you call?

Tony: I don't know.

Rocco: Because of that thing, T? Come on that sparkly thing? Wake up, you junkie fag.

Tony: Oh right, right, that thing... that shit. That thing! Okay Luis, right, we gotta go. Ladies, have some fun. Keep your septums all in one piece. Jesus, man, I feel like a camel shat in my mouth and it wasn't fun.

Evan: Hold on, guys. I wanna come too.

Luis: Fuck off Evan. This is work. It's not working out.

Evan: Whatever, bitch.

Gracie: So anyway, Sharon, I think I'm gonna sell my car.

Sharon: Oh my god, that is so funny.

Gracie: I know!

Rocco: What's so funny about that?

Evan: Absolutely nothing.