Mickey Blue Eyes

Gina Vitale:
I can't talk about this in the house. (Begins throwing on clothes over her pajamas)

Michael Felgate:
Where are we going?

Gina Vitale:
Out.

Michael Felgate:
Right. Nowhere too dressy, I hope.

Frank Vitale:
Here, try this, "Hey, fuggeddabout it!"

Michael Felgate:
Hey, forget about it!

Frank Vitale:
No, like this, "Hey, fuggeddabout it!" Change you T's to D's.

Michael Felgate:
Hey, fuggeddaboud id!

Frank Vitale:
Id?

Michael Felgate:
You said change Ts to Ds!

Frank Vitale:
Not the last one! OK, forget that one, try this one, "Get the hell outta here." No Rs.

Michael Felgate:
Get the hail outta hee.

Frank Vitale:
Not hee! Heah!

Michael Felgate:
Hee!

Frank Vitale:
Here.

Frank Vitale:
Stick it in your pants, maybe you'll look the part.

Waitress:
And how would you like that cooked?

Michael Felgate:
Ree.

Waitress:
Excuse me?

Michael Felgate:
Rah.

Waitress:
Raw?

Michael Felgate:
Rahr.

Waitress:
Rare? And to drink?

Michael Felgate:
Bee.

Waitress:
Beer?

Michael Felgate:
Yah.

Waitress:
You talk funny.

Frank Vitale:
The boy's got an IQ of 174 and what do you get? An idiot.

Michael Felgate:
Just a little screw-up. But what the hee? Me got it under contwol. Fuggedaboudid.

Gina Vitale:
Just stop. Otherwise, I can't go on. Just run normally.

Michael Felgate:
I am running normally.

Gina Vitale:
Oh. Right. I'm sorry. I thought, you know... I guess I haven't seen you run before and I thought you were doing a funny run.

Michael Felgate:
A funny run? That's my run.

Michael Felgate:
Listen, did Gina just come back?

Gina's doorman:
She came back, all right, crying her eyes out. She packed a bag, ran straight back out again. What the hell you been doing to her?

Michael Felgate:
I asked her to marry me.