Not yet, you don’t.
When I got indicted on this - jeez, what is it, Ben, three years ago? - they offered me a deal. I said no, naturally. Then, while I’m out on bail on the RICO charge they pick me up again on the dope charge, the one I’m doing time on now. Now I’m not a jerk-off, I know what the hell they’re doing: they’re using the second case so they can pressure me on the first, right? So now I’m serving my thirty, this trial finally gets here… and they offer me ANOTHER deal. This time they’ve got shrimp cocktail, they got steaks, they got wines. I tell Mr. Kierney to go f@ck yourself. Now, most of you gumps get to go home every night. You got hot meals waitin’ for you. You got some warm p#ssy waitin’ for you - that is, if your wife’s out of town. Not me. I go back to the Manhattan correctional every day. The meals ain’t that great. And my only p*ssy is my right hand. And I’m STILL saying Jackie Dee don’t rat. Jackie Dee won’t ever rat. I was raised with a different kind of loyalty, you know what I mean. I vote no.
The great big city’s a wondrous toy
Made for a girl and boy.
We’ll turn Manhattan
Into an isle of joy.
She’s just a small town girl, living in a lonely world
She took the midnight train going anywhere
He’s just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train going anywhere
I’m also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.
I love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.
Well, I haven’t said anything worth hearing.
The trouble with you, Mr. Quimby, you keep turning that other cheek and you’re dizzy.
Now, uh, Jane, a little while ago you said I was pixilated. Do you still think so?
I believe that some alien life-force, has sent real life video games, to attack us.
That makes sense.
A game!? Well, you may have thought it was a game, but it was also a test. Aha, a test. Sent out across the universe to find those with the gift to be Starfighters. And here you are, my boy! Here you are!
-“BB”-
No, no, boy, you really must leave it to us. And be cheerful about it. In less than a fortnight now you’ll be a free man.
How quaint the ways of Paradox!
At common sense she gaily mocks!
Though counting in the usual way,
Years twenty-one I’ve been alive.
Yet, reckoning by my natal day,
Yet, reckoning by my natal day,
I am a little boy of five!
…or two, the encounter could create a time paradox, and cause a chain reaction
that would unravel the space-time continuum and destroy the entire universe!
-“BB”-
There should have been a kaboom.
I looked at you tonight and you weren’t there… And I’m gonna howl it out, and I’m not gonna give a damn what I do and I’m gonna make the biggest god-damn explosion you’ve ever heard.
I looked for you in my closet tonight. It’s crazy. I don’t know where you come from, but I like you.
Who let the monster out of my closet? Who let the monster out of my closet?
No… wire… hangers. What’s wire hangers doing in this closet when I told you: no wire hangers EVER? I work and work 'til I’m half dead, and I hear people saying, “She’s getting old.” And what do I get? A daughter… who cares as much about the beautiful dresses I give her… as she cares about me. What’s wire hangers doing in this closet? Answer me. I buy you beautiful dresses, and you treat them like they were some dishrag. You do. Three-hundred-dollar dress on a wire hanger. We’ll see how many you’ve got if they’re hidden somewhere. We’ll see… we’ll see. Get out of that bed. All of this is coming out. Out. Out. Out. Out. You’ve got any more? We’re gonna see how many wire hangers you’ve got in your closet. Wire hangers, why? Why? Christina, get out of that bed. Get out of that bed. You live in the most beautiful house in Brentwood, and you don’t care if your clothes are stretched out from wire hangers. And your room looks like a two-dollar-a-week furnished room in some two-bit backstreet town in Oklahoma. Get up. Get up. Clean up this mess