Mild Manny

Tommy: No more shines, Billy.

Billy: What?

Tommy: I said, no more shines. Maybe you didn’t hear about it, you’ve been away a long time. They didn’t go up there and tell you. I don’t shine shoes anymore.

Billy: Relax, will you? You flip right out, what’s got into you? I’m busting your chops a little bit, that’s all. I’m only kidding with you.

Tommy: Sometimes you don’t sound like you’re kidding. You know, there’s a lot of people around.

Billy: I’m only kidding with you. We’re having a party, I just came home and I haven’t seen you in a long time and I’m breaking your balls, and you’re getting fresh. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.

Tommy: I’m sorry, too. It’s okay. No problem.

Billy Batts: Okay, salud. Now go home and get your filthy shinebox.

Tommy DeVito: ROTTEN MUTT! YOU, YOU ROTTEN PIECE OF TRASH!!

Billy: (taunting) Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on, come on, come on!

(Radio static)

Abe: Come in? Come in! Mayday! I’m losing your transmission!

Customer: I said, “French fries!”

(Horns Honking )