Oh I’m sorry, did I break your concentration?
What was that? This is not a chawade. We need total concentwation.
Stop treating me like a child.
Would you still love ME if I were young and had acne? When I’m afraid of what’s under the stairs? Or if I end up wetting the bed?
What are you doing with a dotty old son of a bitch like me?
I’m getting too old for this shit.
I’m not dead yet!
Adam, is this what happens when you die?
No… NO! I kill your true love, you fall in love with someone else. I destroy your life and you build another! Why won’t you just fall down and DIE?!
Oops, there goes another problem, ker-plop!
Houston, we have a problem.
You’re a Texan now.
And I think the only practical solution is that we share the apartment.
I know him. He’ll kill himself just to spite me. Then his ghost will come back, following me around the apartment, haunting and cleaning, haunting and cleaning, haunting and cleaning…
You’re a drug dealer. I work in a bank. You have money to launder. What do you do? Bring it to me. I deposit the cash into the account of a dummy finance company. Now, I issue you a cashier’s check in his name, minus a small commission for myself, okay? You return it to me as collateral on a loan l make to you. But you don’t pay back the loan. You keep the money. That’s it! Don’t you get it? It’s your money. You don’t pay it back, it’s yours. And it’s clean. It is now laundered. You cops aren’t too bright. This is the best part: You take a tax deduction on interest payments you don’t even make!
It’s a business lie, it’s different from a life lie.
Not personal. Just business.
What is that supposed to mean? I am so sick of that. All that means is that it wasn’t personal to YOU. But it was personal to ME. It’s personal to a lot of people. And what’s so wrong with being personal, anyway?
Get this through your head you Jew motherfucker, you. You only exist out here because of ME. That’s the only reason. Without me, you, personally, every fuckin’ wise guy skell around’ll take a piece of your fuckin’ Jew ass. Then where you gonna go? You’re fuckin’ warned. Don’t ever go over my fuckin’ head again. You motherfucker, you.
Can the Jew get down to business?