Tommy: No more shines, Billy.
Billy: What?
Tommy: I said, no more shines. Maybe you didnβt hear about it, youβve been away a long time. They didnβt go up there and tell you. I donβt shine shoes anymore.
Billy: Relax, will you? You flip right out, whatβs got into you? Iβm busting your chops a little bit, thatβs all. Iβm only kidding with you.
Tommy: Sometimes you donβt sound like youβre kidding. You know, thereβs a lot of people around.
Billy: Iβm only kidding with you. Weβre having a party, I just came home and I havenβt seen you in a long time and Iβm breaking your balls, and youβre getting fresh. Iβm sorry, I didnβt mean to offend you.
Tommy: Iβm sorry, too. Itβs 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!
Tommy DeVito: WORTHLESS GUY HE BOUGHT HIS BUTTON! THAT FAKE OLD TOUGH GUY! YOU BOUGHT YOUR BUTTON! Iβll destroy you; ainβt no more shinebox him here. Keep him here. Come on.












