Hey, Sid, will you relax?
I've known you a long time. I'm not worried.
I know you'll pay me back.
Don't tell me what I already know.
Don't embarrass me.
So you had a few bad months.
You do what everybody else does.
I don't care if it's J.P. Morgan or Irving the tailor.
You ride it out.
- Vic Vega is outside.
- Hold on.
- Who?
- Vic Vega.
Oh, tell him to come in!
- I gotta go. A friend of mine's outside.
- Come on in.
Keep your chin up, I'll be talkin' to you.
Don't worry.
Hey, welcome home, Vic.
How does freedom feel, huh?
- It's a change.
- Ain't that a sad truth.
Sit down, take your coat off, make yourself at home.
- Have a little drink?
- Yeah.
How about a little Remy Martin?
Sure.
Who's your parole officer?
Seymour Scagnetti.
How is he?
He's a fuckin' asshole.
Won't even let me leave the halfway house.
You know, it never ceases to amaze me.
Fuckin' jungle bunny goes out there, slits some old woman throat for 25 cents...
...he gets Doris Day for a parole officer.
A good fella like you winds up with a ball-bustin' prick.
I want you to know I appreciate all the packages 
you sent me on the inside.
What the hell was I supposed to do?
Forget about you?
I just want you to know that it meant a lot to me.
Hey, it was the least I could do.
I wish to hell I could've done a lot more.
Thanks a lot, Joe.
Heh, Vic.
Toothpick Vic.
So tell me your story, kid.
What are your plans?
You son of a bitch. I see you sittin' there, but I don't believe it.
- How you doin', Toothpick?
- Hey, Eddie.
Listen, I'm sorry, I should've picked you up myself.
I was...My fuckin'...I mean, this week's been crazy.
I've had my head up my ass the whole time.
It's funny you should said that, 'cause that's what me and your daddy were just talkin' about.
- That I should've picked you up?
- No, that you had your head up your ass.
I walk in the door, he's like "Vic, Vic, I'm so glad somebody's finally here who knows what's goin' on."
My son Eddie is a fuck-up.
He's ruining the business.
I mean, I love the guy, but, you know, he's flushin' everything down the toilet."
That's what you said, right, Joe?
Tell him yourself.
Well, Eddie, I hate for you to hear it like this, but...
You know, Vic came in 
and asked me how business was.
You don't lie to a guy 
who's just done four years in the slammer.
That's very true.
All right, enough of this shit!
Break it up!
Come on, this ain't a playground!
You guys wanna roll around on the floor, you do it in Eddie's office, not mine.
- Daddy, did you see that?
- What?
The guy got me on the ground, he tried to fuck me.
- You wish.
- You sick bastard, Vic. You tried to fuck me in my father's office.
Look, Vic, whatever you wanna do in the privacy of your own home...
Go to it, but don't try to fuck me.
I mean, I don't think of you that way.
I like you a lot, buddy, but I don't think of you that way.
Listen, if I was a butt cowboy...
I wouldn't even throw you to the posse.
No, you wouldn't.
You'd keep me for yourself.
You know, four years fuckin' punks up the ass,
you'd appreciate a piece of prime rib when you see it.
I might break you in, Nice Guy,
but I'd make you my dog's bitch.
Ain't that a sad sight, daddy? A man walks into prison a white man, walks out talkin' like a fuckin' nigger.
You know what? I think it's all that black semen pumped up your asshole...
Now it's backed into your fuckin' brain 
and it's comin' out your mouth!
Eddie, you keep talkin' like a bitch, 
I'm gonna slap you like a bitch.
Enough of that shit! I'm sick of it!
Now both of you, sit down.
