La leggenda di Al, John e Jack2002

The Boss:
What was on your agenda today? I can't remember.

John:
We had to kill "Frankie Rubber Butt".

The Boss:
Ah. [opens a locker] *This* Frankie Rubber Butt? The one who steals the betting money? Oh, shut up! [slams the locker] The arsehole who sold seven of our men to the FBI? [holds up a photo of Frank Contropelo] Or was it this one?

Jack:
That's him, boss.

The Boss:
Frankie Backcomber. The barber on the 15th Street. You had to kill a spy! You killed a barber instead. I don't know what to do with you, guys. Two weeks ago you collected the protection money from the wrong shops! And today you killed a barber!

Jack:
There's also the bourbon incident.

The Boss:
What bourbon?

Jack:
It was a bourbon we were supposed to deliver, but we downed it all at Billy Rotten Gum's party.

The Boss:
What am I supposed to do? Come on - tell me!

Jack:
Well...

The Boss:
Jack! It's a rhetorical question, you're not meant to answer it!