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?

Gracie: 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.

Gracie: 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.

Dialogue

Tony: I forgot about ordering these limos. Coke makes me real classy, don't it? You take Evan, Lou. I'll go with the driver. I could do with not talking.

Luis: Thanks a lot, Tone.

Evan: You know we're heading to the docks in East Hook.

Luis: What exactly are we doing, man?

Evan: Listen, Luis, no offense, but I don't know how much I'm allowed to tell you.

Luis: What do you mean, Evan, tell me everything you know.

Evan: Really? I mean, how much information are you privy to? You're just the fucking driver, after all.

Luis: I'm privy enough to know that you're a piece of shit who's using Tony, and you only gonna be hanging around for two to three months, before Tony moves onto another chump. I'm privy to the fact that the coke in your nose and the 'roids in your veins are gonna send you worse out of control real soon. I'm also privy to the fact that you gonna be some fat trailer park queen in the Midwest before you hit thirty. Now, tell me what the fuck we doing right now!

Evan: Ughh, that attitude's not gonna get you anywhere, sweetie. You better say something nice to me.

Luis: Tell me what's fucking happening!

Evan: If you say something nice, I'll think about it.

Luis: You can get Tony fucked up like no one else can. Evan. That nice enough?

Evan: Aww, sweet. Thank you, Luis. Tony is more fun when I'm around. What do you want to know?

Luis: What are we doing going to the docks in East Hook?

Evan: We're buying diamonds. Two million dollars' worth.

Luis: Ay Dios Mio. Where did Tony get that kind of cash, bro?

Evan: You don't know everything, do you, Luis?

Luis: I know that money can't be his unless he borrowed it. Where's it from?

Evan: How the fuck should I know? I'm the looks, not the accountant.

Luis: Oh yeah, I forgot. You just snort the money, you don't know where it comes from.

Evan: The money could be Rocco's, it could be Gracie's, who cares? We're getting some ice, baby.

Luis: I don't like the sound of this, bro.

Evan: See what I mean, always so serious. Don't worry, for once. Tony's skimmed ten percent off the agreed amount so we'll have some spending money. Whoop! Whoop! Gonna hit the shops today, baby.

Luis: Even fucking better, bro. Even better.

(Luis and Evan arrive at the docks in East Hook)

Cook: Hey uh... What's going on?...uh...Right. Which one of you is Mr. Tony?

Tony: That would be me. Alright, you got what we're looking for?

Cook: You got the money?

Tony: Sure. Right here.

Cook: Then...then I'll get the ice. Hold on.

Luis: How you feel about this, bro?

Evan: I think I need another fucking line, okay? It serves me right for leaving the party with you losers.

Luis: Shut up, idiot. Tony we cool?

Tony: Let's just get this over with. My head is killing me, my life has been reduced to this bullshit. SO, no, Luis. We're a long way from cool. But for right now, let's just see what the chef has to say for himself.

Evan: Yeah, that's what I think, I agree. Completely.

Luis: Shut up, please!

Cook: Yeah...yeah alright. This is them.

Tony: These are great, they're great. But uh... Two million? You had your head in the oven?

Cook: Mr. Tony I have what I tell you, perfect clarity. Beautiful clarity, well cut and a shit load of carats. What do you expect?

Evan: Tony, they're gorgeous.

Tony: Just like you.

Luis: Come on, can we do the hand over please and get out of here? This is too much.

Tony: Ignore him, he's probably been up all night with some bimbo.

Luis: Tony!

Tony: You're a chef?

Cook: Well, cook, yeah.

Tony: We have a line in some kitchen supplies, how about I throw that into the equation, what's the price?

Luis: Look, this the money we agreed upon less ten percent. Just give us the ice.

Cook: Alright, alright.

Evan: Hey. Tony, can I hold them? Thank you.

Cook: Thanks.

Luis: Oh shit, Tony, we outta here! Come on, let's go. Evan, get them to the club. And don't fuck about, ok?

Failing the mission

Evan dies

Tony: Hey Lou, where are you guys?

Luis: Tony, I knew it was a bad idea you sending me with Evan, man. A seriously bad idea.

Tony: What? Nothing's happened, has it?

Luis: He ain't looking so good, T. That's all I Can say. You gonna have to do this thing without us. Goodbye, bro.