On October 4, 1970, my grandfather, Isaac Abraham Warshowsky, aged eighty-seven, died in his sleep in New York City. On the following Friday morning, his funeral was held. My mother and father attended, my two uncles from Brooklyn attended, my Aunt Minnie came up from Florida. Also present were eight hundred and sixty-two members of the Amalgamated Clothing Workers and Cloth, Hat and Cap Makers’ Union. Also members of his family. In death as in life, they stood at his side. They had fought battles with him, bound the wounds of battle with him, had earned bread together and had broken it together. When they spoke, they spoke in one voice, and they were heard. They were black, they were white, they were Irish, they were Polish, they were Catholic, they were Jews, they were one. That’s what a union is: one… Ladies and gentlemen, the textile industry, in which you are spending your lives and your substance, and in which your children and their children will spend their lives and their substance, is the only industry in the whole length and breadth of the United States of America that is not unionized. Therefore, they are free to exploit you, to cheat you, to lie to you, and to take away what is rightfully yours - your health, a decent wage, a fit place to work. I would urge you to stop them by coming down to room 207 at the Golden Cherry Motel, to pick up a union card and to sign it… It comes from the Bible - according to the tribes of your fathers, ye shall inherit. It comes from Reuben Warshowsky - not unless you make it happen.
Afterwards we have a few beers and piss for distance.
This movie was shot in 3B - three beers - and it looks good, eh?
Management wants you gone by the end of the day.
I do know your reputation. So I choose my words very carefully. You tell Harry to go fuck himself.
If you’re gonna steal from Terry Benedict, you’d better goddamn know. This sorta thing used to be civilized – you’d hit a guy, he’d whack you, done. But with Benedict… at the end of this, he’d better not know you’re involved, not know your names or think you’re dead, because he’ll kill ya. And then he’ll go to work on ya.
Syke’s Whale Wash! You get a whale of a wash and the price… eh… is really, really low, considering how good the wash is.
Thar she blows!
Gone fishin’, aren’t we?
You’re gonna need a bigger boat.
Do you have a will?
I am William Wallace! And I see a whole army of my countrymen, here in defiance of tyranny. You’ve come to fight as free men…and free men you are. What will you do with that freedom? Will you fight?
Yes, I said tyranny! Now and for all time, Massachusetts says yea.
This is a revolution, dammit! We’re going to have to offend somebody!
Kill me before the war is over, will you? It appears that you are not the better man.
You were never even a man!
Well, nobody’s perfect.
In that case, I’ll have another double Don. Double Don, God, that’s going to be difficult to say by the shank of the evening. Better make that one a single.
One double dozen damask dinner napkins.
Should the napkin be entirely unfolded or should the centre crease be allowed to remain? It is so easy to commit embarrassing blunders, but etiquette tells us just what is expected of us and guards us from all humiliation and discomfort.