Jake: I heard some things. Did Salvy fuck Vickie? Joey: What? Jake: Did Salvy fuck Vickie? Joey: Now Jack, don't start your shit. Jake: Joey, I asked ya. Didn't I ask ya to keep an eye on her? Joey: And I did keep an eye on her. Yes, I did. Jake: How come you give him a beatin'? Joey: I told you that. I told you what that was all about. That it had nothin' to do with you. He, he thinks he's a wise guy now. Jake: Joey, don't lie to me. Joey: I'm not lying. Jake: What do I look like to you, huh? Joey: Hey, I'm your brother. You're supposed to believe me. Don't you trust me? Jake: No, I don't. Joey: Oh, you don't? That's nice. Jake: I don't trust you when it comes to her. I don't trust nobody. Now tell me what happened. Joey: I told you exactly what happened. He got out of line, I slapped him around. Tommy straightened it all out, and it's all over. Jake: Don't you give me that look, Joey. I gotta accept your answer, you know. But I'm tellin' you now, if I hear anything, I swear on mother, I'm gonna kill somebody. I'm gonna kill somebody, Joey. Joey: Well, go ahead and kill everybody. You're the tough guy. Go kill people. Kill Vickie. Kill Salvy. Kill Tommy Como. Kill me while you're at it, what do I care? You're killin' yourself the way you eat. You're a fat fuck. Look at ya. Jake: What d'ya mean? I don't understand. What d'ya mean, kill you? You? Joey: Me. Kill me. Start here. Kill me first. Do me a fuckin' favor, 'cause you're drivin' me crazy. Jake: Excuse me, what d'ya mean by "you," though? Joey: So? What does that mean? It don't mean nothin'. Jake: You don't even know what you meant by "you." Joey: Don't mean nothin'. Jake: Joey, that meant somethin'. You mentioned Tommy, you mentioned Salvy, you mentioned you. You included "you" with them. You could have said anybody but you said "you" and them. Joey: You really let this girl ruin your life. Look at ya. She really did some job on ya. You know how fuckin' nuts you are? Look what she did to you. Jake: You fucked my wife? Joey: What? Jake: You fucked my wife? Joey: How could you ask me a question like that? How could you ask me? I'm your brother. You ask me that? Where do you get your balls big enough to ask me that? Jake: Just tell me. Joey: I'm not answerin' ya. I'm not gonna answer that. It's stupid. Jake: You're very smart, Joey. You give me all these answers, but you ain't givin' me the right answer. I'm askin' ya again. Did you or did you not? Joey: I'm not gonna answer. That's a sick question, you're a sick fuck, and I'm not that sick that I'm gonna answer it. I'm not tellin' ya anything. I'm going to leave. If Lenore calls, tell her I went home. I'm not stayin' in this nuthouse with ya. You're a sick bastard. I feel sorry for you, I really do. You know what you should do? Try a little more fuckin' and a little less eatin'. You won't have troubles upstairs in your bedroom and you won't take it out on me and everybody else. Do you understand, you fuckin' wacko? You're crackin' up! Fuckin' screwball, ya.

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