Greg Randazzo:
[he and Shane are cleaning up after closing on Christmas Eve]
Man, look at this pit.
[drops his bus tub on the floor and sits down at the bar]
Shane O'Shea:
[standing behind the bar]
Nicotine break.
[gives Greg a cigarette and lights it]
Shane O'Shea:
I thought this night would never end.
Greg Randazzo:
Thank God it's Christmas. I can't wait to get out of here. You goin' home tomorrow?
Shane O'Shea:
I don't think so. I haven't talked to my dad in like four months.
Greg Randazzo:
You know, why don't you come with me and Anita to her mother's? Be fun.
Shane O'Shea:
Thanks.
Greg Randazzo:
Yeah. Let's clean this place up. Let's get outta this hole.
Shane O'Shea:
Hey, you hear Romeo's quittin' New Year's Eve?
Greg Randazzo:
If you think I'm ever gonna get that job, you're dreamin'. He's never gonna promote me.
Shane O'Shea:
He might. Listen, I'll talk to him.
Greg Randazzo:
[smiles slightly]
All right.
Shane O'Shea:
Anyway, when we have our own place, we'll do all the hiring, all right?
Greg Randazzo:
All right.
Shane O'Shea:
[walks out from behind the bar]
All right, I'll meet you downstairs when you finish with this stuff.
Greg Randazzo:
Say what?
Shane O'Shea:
Steve doesn't want me to do any more of the bussing or anything.
Greg Randazzo:
Are you for real?
Shane O'Shea:
What?
Greg Randazzo:
You're gettin' so conceited. It's like I don't even know who I'm talkin' to anymore.
Shane O'Shea:
What's your problem, man?
Greg Randazzo:
You pour drinks or you hang out with some high-class, stuck-up assholes and suddenly you're some big star, you can't get your hands dirty?
Shane O'Shea:
Oh, look at you. Dealin' more drugs than Johnson and Johnson.
Greg Randazzo:
Hey, that money's for Anita's studio; you know that.
Shane O'Shea:
Oh, I see.
Greg Randazzo:
You know what, Shane? Your head's fillin' up with so much shit you don't even know what you're talkin' about.
Shane O'Shea:
Hey, Greg, cool it, man. I'm your friend, all right?
Greg Randazzo:
Yeah, a friend who's trying to scope my wife.
Shane O'Shea:
What the hell are you talkin' about?
Greg Randazzo:
Hey, she's the only girl this side of Fifth Avenue you haven't balled.
Shane O'Shea:
You don't know what you're talkin' about.
Greg Randazzo:
Fuck you. Shane 54.
[leaves]
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