Boardwalk Empire, Season 3

Gyp Rosetti:
That's 1200 cases, 24 bottles per... that 28,800 bottles. That's math. That's useful. That's what my father used, on account he laid bricks. He built churches, bridges... he came home at night, he smelled like sweat, not fish. Broke his back, dead at 50. Layin' around in a fuckin' boat, he would seen 100, but not him. Not fuckin' him. Not like your father, right, Franco?

[He looks down at Franco, who is buried up to his neck in sand]

Franco:
Please, Mr. Rosetti... I'm a fucking idiot, I'm sorry! Please, Tonino, for the love of Christ!

Tonino Sandretti:
Gyp, he's my mother's brother's kid. He didn't mean no disrespect. He's just a fuckin' know-it-all. Break his legs, anything... not this. Please, I'm beggin' you. Gyp, he's my blood!

Gyp Rosetti:
Fuckin' family, right?

Tonino Sandretti:
You know how it is.

Gyp Rosetti:
You're a lucky fella, Franco. [to one of his henchmen] Gimme that.

[Gyp's henchman hands him a shovel]

Gyp Rosetti:
[to Tonino] Because I respect you.

[Gyp bashes Franco's head in with the shovel]

Gyp Rosetti:
[to Tonino] You owe me.