The King of Staten Island2020

Raymond:
I knew I smelled you. The f***, Scott?

Scott:
What?

Raymond:
Huh? What, are you spying on me now? You Magnum, P.I.?

Scott:
What?!

Raymond:
Telling your mom that I'm homeless? You think it's funny to tell her that I'm a loser?!

Scott:
What are you talking... No. What?!

Raymond:
What do you mean, what am I talking about?! You've been speak... You talking to my ex-wife?!

Scott:
Uh, yeah. She's actually a really nice person.

Raymond:
Oh, is she?! Why don't you marry her?!

Scott:
Yeah.

Raymond:
Why don't you marry her and see what the f*** happens?!

Scott:
Hey, I'm just trying to protect my mom from you, okay?! You're a f***ing psychopath!

Raymond:
Oh, I'm a psychopath?!

Scott:
Yeah.

Raymond:
I've been nothing but nice to you! I tried giving you direction. You're too busy smoking your f***ing weed. And all you've been doing is trying to destroy everything that I have with Margie.

Scott:
Because you're a f***ing loser, dude! You're a, you're a degenerate gambler in your-your mid-50s, who bets on the Jets! Uh, who... Have you not learned anything about betting?!

Raymond:
The Jets are gonna come back!

Scott:
No, they're not! They got three number one f***ing picks! They're never gonna come back! They're never gonna come back!

Raymond:
I'm trying to give your mother a good life!

Scott:
I... No, you're not, okay? You're a piece of sh*t, dude. You're a f***ing drug addict!

Raymond:
I'm a piece of sh*t?!

Scott:
Yeah, you're a piece of sh*t!

Raymond:
I'm a f***ing loser?! You're the biggest loser I ever met in my f***ing life!

Scott:
Oh, really? You should know.

Raymond:
Yeah?!

Scott:
Yeah!

Raymond:
You surround yourself with them!

Scott:
Oh, yeah? Why don't you try me?

Raymond:
Oh, really?

Scott:
Why don't you try me?!

Raymond:
Yeah, yeah, yeah... This ain't gonna go how you think it's gonna go! So why don't you get the f*** out of my... Really?! [Shoves Scott and knocking him to the ground]

Scott:
F***ing a**hole! [Gets up and lunges at Raymond]

Raymond:
Throw a f***ing punch at me?!

Scott:
Oh, yeah.

Raymond:
Huh? You gonna cool off?! Come here, cocksucker! You gonna cool off?! I'll f***ing cool you off. Yeah, I'll f***ing cool you off! [Picks up Scott and throws him into the pool]

Raymond:
Hey, you cool off now?! You're in there 'cause of your own actions!

Scott:
Are you kidding me?! I'm gonna tell my mom you tried to drown me!

Raymond:
In an aboveground pool?! You're, like, f***ing eight feet tall!

Scott:
You're lucky my dad isn't here! He would kick your ass!

Raymond:
Oh, yeah? Well, guess what, I knew your dad! Okay?!

Scott:
Yeah?!

Raymond:
Yeah, I crossed paths with him a number of times! And you know what? He was even a bigger a**hole than you are! [Scott gets out of pool and lunges at Raymond, throwing a punch with Raymond grabbing Scott around waist, grappling him and maneuvering him to the ground] All right, that's it, that's it! It's over! It's over. Huh?! Huh?! You like that?! You like that?!

Scott:
Ow. Jesus! F***ing a**hole!

Raymond:
Come on, tap out! Tap out!

Scott:
F*** you! No! Get me out! Let me out! No! No! Let me out! Oh, my God! Get me out!

Margie:
What's the matter with you?!

Scott:
He's a psycho.

Raymond:
No. We're just talking!

Margie:
About what?!

Raymond:
About him telling you lies about me.

Scott:
He's an animal. He picked me up and he threw me in the pool. All right? He has to go.

Margie:
No, I need you to go. Now.

Scott:
What? Why-why me? He-he's the one who started it.

Raymond:
Yeah, that's right. Get the hell out of here. And get a job and a life while you're at it. Your freeloading days are over.

Margie:
You, too. Get going.

Raymond:
Wait, what did I do?!

Margie:
You put your hands on my son! You're not respecting my family!

Scott:
You're an animal!

Raymond:
Look, okay, just listen. Just calm down.

Margie:
I don't have to calm down! What are... You're attacking my son! And you're, and you're making up lies! You made... You tricked me into thinking you're a good guy! You're not a good guy!

Raymond:
Right. Mm-hmm.

Margie:
You're a f***ing small guy.

Raymond:
Margie, Margie, just let me explain this to you. Just let me talk to you, okay?

Margie:
You are not in control of me!

Raymond:
Okay, okay, listen, all right? Okay, you don't have all the information you need. All right? Scott is acting out 'cause he's afraid to move on with his life. It's no different than when the Boston Red Sox finally won a World Series, okay?

Margie:
Oh, my God.

Raymond:
They had, they had to get to a point where-where they believed, okay?

Margie:
Just shut up.

Raymond:
All-all...

Margie:
Shut the f*** up.

Raymond:
All I did was just ask him a question, and he flipped out. So I put him in the water, which is soft. I diffused the situation.It was what-what m-my training's all about. I-I wa... I was totally diffusing the situation.

Margie:
Do you ever shut up?! Do you ever just shut the f*** up?! You just talk and you talK and you talk and you don't know what you're saying. It makes no sense. It's like you picked up all these little pieces of information from all over. They don't make any sense. They're fragments. No sense. Nonsense.

Raymond:
I-I'm not talking.

Margie:
I've had it up to here. I'm done. Both of you, get your sh*t out of here! [She turns and walks away]

Raymond:
Margie. Oh, f***.

Scott:
Well... Well, where do we go now?!

Raymond:
What are you asking me for?! You created this whole mess, you f***ing schmuck.