No. 3/Script

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

Dialogue

Mori: Yo, we got some cars waiting at the top of Middle Park, bro.

Mori: Hey, I got a gift for you bitches. Some headsets. So I can tell you what to do later.

or:

Mori: Take these headsets so I can be in your ear all the way, bitches.

Mori: Hey Brucie, bro, it's good to hang with you, I'm really happy you're along on this ride.

Brucie: Mori, bro, are you... uhhh... fucking with me?

Mori: Come on, little B. Hey, what do you take me for? It's good to have Lopez along too, right? Hey, the three amigos.

Luis: Or two men and a little cunt.

Mori: Yeah, you hear that, Brucie, he called you a little cunt.

Luis: I wasn't talking about him, bro.

Mori: Don't bring down the positive energy, Lopez. Me and my brother are having fun today.

Brucie: Yeah, man, we are. We should do this more often, bro.

Mori: Ah, B, shit, before I forget, there's this email that I got that I thought you'd be interested in.

Brucie: Oh yeah? What's that?

Mori: Well, you see, it's this doctor, he's a fucking genius. Yeah, he says he's made this pill that is gonna sort out that penis problem you got.

Brucie: Fuck off, Mori. I thought you were being cool, bro.

Mori: No, no, I am, bro. I swear it. No, this guy can extend your hose by at least two to three inches. Hey, call me an asshole, but I'd be really psyched if my bro was packing a four inch punch. How's that for cool?

Brucie: Shut up, Mori.

Mori: The one thing you do got going for you is those 'roid-ravaged beans in your sack. Anything would look big hanging next to those peanuts. Right? Yeah, am I right?

Brucie: Shut the fuck up, Mori.

Mori: Ah, pathetic. You see this guy, Lopez. What did I tell you?

Luis: I don't know, bro. I tend to stop listening when you open your mouth.

Mori: Remind me again what you paid for that place in Broker, Brucie.

Brucie: Huh?

Mori: Oh, and the garage, too. How much did you pay?

Brucie: I don't want to talk about it.

Mori: And uh a oh oh yeah yeah, what are those properties worth now?!

Brucie: I said I don't want to talk about it, okay?! Shit!

Mori: You see? What did I tell you, Lopez. Overexposed like a stripper in Fleet Week. Only thing more useless than that little pecker of his is his portfolio. Ain't that right, Brucie?

Luis: Leave him alone, Mori. You're even more annoying than usual.

Mori: He's a bit like you and Big Tone actually. Hey, you guys should start a debtors anonymous circle jerk together. Yeah you could sit around crying and hugging and talking about how you lost it all.

Luis: At least we don't owe you shit anymore, Mori. Remember, the debt got erased in that bet. Fuckin' genius.

Mori: Oooo. Little Lopez got his panties in a twist. G-string on too tight, is it? You guys should lighten the fuck up. Come on!

(The three arrive at Middle Park)

Mori: Ahh, here he is. Let's go talk to the bitch.

or:

Mori: There's my boy. The loser.

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.