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.

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?