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 '''Luis''': Hello. Hey mami, como esta? Yeah, I'm sorry, yeah- no, I was working late at the club. Yeah. Mami, don't be like that. Okay? I'll be home soon. Look, I gotta go. Okay.
+''(Luis rings the doorbell)''
+'''Tony''': Who the fuck is it?
+'''Luis''': It's me, Tone.
+'''Tony''': Whatever. Come up.
+''(Luis walks inside and finds Tony)''
+'''Tony''': Oh, how are you?
+'''Luis''': I'm good, boss. How are you? You look terrible.
+'''Tony''': That's good, because I am terrible. Fucking wretched.
+'''Luis''': What's wrong?
+'''Tony''': Oh, the usual. Boyfriend thinks I'm a cash machine. One nightclub catering to the rich mindless crowd in a city where the rich mindless crowd are suddenly poor and mindless. Another club catering to the gay and decadent crowd when the gay and decadent crowd suddenly think decadence means buying outrageous new throw cushions instead of getting loaded in a bar, and every half-wit, part time hood in the city thinking, "I know, let's out the squeeze on the club owners... they must really really want to substitute my inadequacies with their money because, after all, they wanna stay up all night talking bullshit to morons because they enjoy it".
+'''Luis''': That sounds pretty usual.
+'''Tony''': Thanks for the support!
+'''Luis''': That's what I'm here for boss.
+'''Tony''': Yes, you know, if the bodyguard/business partner thing doesn't work out, you should consider a career as a fucking life coach.
+'''Luis''': A what?
+'''Tony''': Never mind. Did you speak to Troy?
+'''Luis''': Yeah, he said he loves you, but he can't handle working the door of a gay club anymore. Says people are laughing at him.
+'''Tony''': Who's laughing at him?
+'''Luis''': I don't know - I think the little people who live in his head, the ones stuck in 1955?
+'''Tony''': I love those people! And what's up with Dessie?
+'''Luis''': Yeah, he says he saw you last night, yeah, and you was holding court with that Cloe Parker until 4 am?
+'''Tony''': I was?
+'''Luis''': Apparently so.
+'''Tony''': My god. Forty-five years old and I get my kicks doing blow with seventeen year old kids whose only claim to fame is that people know better what their vagina looks like than their face. I should be sent to prison. Shouldn't I?
+'''Luis''': Yeah, most definitely. What's this money? Did you rob your own club? Tony, I just went to the bank for you, man...
+'''Tony''': I don't want it in the bank!
+''(Two mobsters walk into Tony's apartment)''
+'''Rocco''': Hey Tony, the door was open... man, it's easier to get into your apartment than into your nightclub.
+'''Luis''': Yeah, we have a no guido policy at the club, here I ain't so sure.
+'''Rocco''': I love getting racially abused by a spic.
+'''Vincenzo''': Yeah, who's the fucking taco, Tony?
+'''Tony''': My business partner Luis. Gentlemen, watch your language. We're in the great melting pot; we're not spics, or guidos, or fags - we're proud Americans! Luis - this is Vince and Rocco, relatives of Gracie.
+'''Vincenzo''': And creditors to you. And guess what? We ain't here about Gracie.
+''(Vincenzo moves towards Tony and Luis moves towards Vincenzo but Rocco aims a gun at Luis)''
+'''Rocco''': Oh, oh, oh! Beautiful. That's a start. I guess we don't have to beat you two loves up.
+'''Vincenzo''': Good one!
+'''Rocco''': See you later. Oh, nice to meet you, muscles.
+''(The two leave)''
+'''Tony''': Fuck - there goes payroll...
+'''Luis''': Who the fuck were those two assholes, T?
+'''Tony''': Fine men of the cloth. Who the fuck do you think they are? Ancelotti goons I borrowed money from way back...never mind. Amateurs. Come on, let's get out of here, let's go.
 ==Dialogue==