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Episode #10 Transcript
A Hit Is A Hit
Captioned by HBO Communications Center,
©1999 Home Box Office,
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My wife thinks I need to meet new people. So? C'mon, you're italian, you understand. Guys like me we're brought up to think that americani are fuckin' bores. The truth is the average white man is no more boring than the millionth conversation over who should have won, marciano or ali. So am I to understand that you don't consider yourself white? I don' t mean white like caucasian. I mean a white man like our friend cusamano. Now he's italian, but he's americani. It's what my old man would have called a wonderbread wop. He eats his sunday gravy out of a jar. You seem to want to branch out. What's stopping you? The guys. What they'd think if I started hanging out with americani. I was in your neighborhood last night. At the cusamano's. Oh, yeah? Dinner party. You should've stopped by. Live right next door. You didn't hear any strange noises last night in your neighborhood? Noises? Like someone screaming in pain? No. Probably a television set. You saw my house. Uh-huh. |
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Oh, this looks good. That sausage, where'd you get it? That little place in garfield? Honey, where'd we get the sausage? That little place in garfield. You know, the only thing better than salsicc'? What? Is a pair of tits. I don't know about that, but it's a helluva piece of meat. Salcicc' is kind of a phallic thing. Whereas tits... Jack, you're a stockbroker, right? Any changes in the market coming? Always fucking changing, tony. That's what keeps us coming back. By the way, you hear from ross on dexplex? Not yet, but the buy out is definitely going down. Just give me a little warning. I need to call the islands. Dexplex? It's a little company going public, maybe. C'mon, c'mon will ya? The sun is shining, it's a beautiful day. Let's not talk business for once. American biotics. Barb, our stock guru. She thinks american biotics may be a good investment. They're supposed to be close to a side-effect-free anti-impotence drug. You guys play the stockmarket? We don't just play. We win. (Laughing) |
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That's take 62. We ought to just bag. Okay, we're bagging it. We should have bagged this two days ago when it was fucking perfect. I wish I had thought of that. It's good. Not bad. Think it's as good as we're gonna get right now. It wasn't too bad, it was kind of good. Hey. Whoa, whoa. What are you saying? Is something wrong? No. I'm sure we're all trying our best here. I just think we hit a brick wall. Maybe some rest. Hey, hey, fuck that. I paid for three days studio time already. It's only gonna cost me more money to pack it up and come back in again, isn't it? I don't get it. We got through the instrumental tracks with no problem. Oh, fucking beat. What do you say we finish this shit, alright. Three days now we've been slamming our hams. Look, kinkos gave me five days off. It's not the end of the world. Kinkos? Buddy, this is costing me three hundred bucks an hour. Here, try this. Dude... I don't do drugs anymore. Okay. Well, hats off. But for all the dynamic excitement in these songs, maybe we should get another downed power line in here and let you suck on it. Christopher. Look, what you just heard was our balls-out, most introspective song. It's not supposed to rock. (Other male) it'll probably be our first single. No dude, second. "Sharon's chair" will be the one that busts out. I like "melt". C'mon, c'mon. Go shoot the crank, let's wrap this up, alright. What? You heard me. Spike up. No fucking way. Christopher, I am producing these sessions. Go take the fucking drugs. I'm not fucking around anymore. Look... The problem, christopher, is that the base and the drum tracks were miked wrong from the fucking beginning. Whoa, hey. King of rock, you're out of your depth. Let me tell you something, dude. Thank you, but i've recorded in denmark. Okay. You want to know what the problem is? Yeah. Where are the fucking choruses? All your songs, you got no choruses. Your choruses are basically just another verse. I mean, what happened to "she loves you", huh? "She loves you". Yeah, the song. Started with the chorus. There is structure. That's how you build a song. The beatles. The beatles. The beatles. Look, that's been 40 fucking years now. This makes me fucking sick. What is he, nuts? Fuck this, man. Where you going? I'm going to "A.A.", You fucking jerkoff. Get back to work. Christopher. Ooh, okay. Ooh, big man. Huh? Fuck. You alright? What? Get back in the booth. So, we take it from the top. We'll use a ukulele. I can't believe you. |
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5,000 shares. American biotics. Can you place the order today? Okay, great. Yeah, I'll have the money to you by tomorrow. Okay. Thank you. Bye-bye. Meadow, what are you, spying on people now? I live here. What are you playing wall street now? Women are better savers than men. We are nurturers. What do you know about the stockmarket? I keep my ears CNBC is a very interesting channel. Listen, your father, god bless him, he does very well. But who knows. What if something unforeseen should happen? What if he gets hit by a truck? I mean, then what? I got you kids to think about. I don't know, mom. Well, when you get married, you will know. A woman's got to keep her sense of individuality. This here is a life lesson. Okay... Let's go to georgette klingers. Massage, facial. Jour de beau-tay. On me. Sure. |
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Whoa! Whoa! Now, that's a shot. Ball runs like a frightened faun. W.C. Fields. That thing's still running. I gotta tell you, this is a nice place. Didn't I tell you? We oughta see about making you a member. Tony, you ever play that place in orlando? No, I never get down there. Disney world. You know, al's place. Mount plymouth. Al capone built it. No shit. Capone was a golf fanatic, that's right. I can see you guys watch A&E. Tony, let me ask you a question. Now, if I'm stepping on toes, tell me. How real was "the godfather"? I mean, in your opinion. What do you mean, real? Authentic or not? I don't know. How would I know? That was the fifties, right? No, it wasn't, it was 1972. No, what he means the story took place in the fifties. I want to know if you really had to cut your finger and take an oath. Like gridlock in times square on the golf course today, isn't it? You notice traffic in manhattan's gotten worse since don't block the box? You got a lot of friends in new york, tony? Yeah. You ever go down to little italy? You know, san gennaro. The feast with the kids. Tell the truth. What's the first thing you think of when you hear mulberry street? Umbertos. Umbertos. Alright. Hey, did you ever see that picture of galante dead with a cigar hanging out of his mouth? No. It's a fucking beautiful hit. Sorry, tony. You probably knew the guy, huh? How fucking old you think I am? You don't have to answer this if you don't want to. But I got to know. Did you ever meet john gotti? Yeah. I knew john. Whoa. Fuck. What was he really like? Remember bungalow bar? The ice cream trucks? Like good humor. Except the trucks had the bungalow roofs on. Was gotti a silent partner in all that thing? I don't know nothing about that. I just know... That when the company folded and they were auctioning off the last bungalow bar truck, the one with the peaked roofs... You're right, cooze. (Laughing) they auctioned off the last bungalow bar truck. I wanted it as a souvenir. Gotti outbid me. Gave me a ride home. You know, he rang that bell the whole way home. They're waving at us. |
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Meow. Meow. I love this part. this is good. some good fucking guitar, listen to that shit. They got it going on. Yeah. |
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Meow meow... So... I think it's not good. Want to be a little more specific? There's good and there's not good. This is not good. Okay, maybe it's not your era, no offense. Music is music. Talent is talent. I don't care who you are. And I've seen them all. I saw heavy metal invented by hendrix at the cafe wha. Kid just came out of the army. I said, "kid, I don't know what you call it, talent, charisma, magic, but you got it." These kids they don't, sorry. You're just pissed that I went against you at the sit down. C'mon, get the fuck out of here and stop wasting my time. This vito is a great fuckin' guitar player, hesh. Fine, great. He's a great guitar player. However, there's one constant in the music business... A hit is a hit. And this, my friend, is not a hit. Why? Christ. For reasons we couldn't comprehend or codify, you pathetic schlepper. Fucking massive is a genius. So, what the fuck was he talkin' about? |
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I remember when I was a kid. There was this guy in my neighborhood. We used to call him jimmy smash. He wasn't retarded, but we thought he was because he had one of these... Whatcha-ma-callits. What do you call that? Cleft palette. Yeah. We was kids, right? So what the hell do we know? Every time he'dhis mouth, we'd piss ourselves laughing. But jimmy didn't mind because he got to hang out with us, you know, popular crew. Although we only called him when we were bored. We'd call him and say, "hey, jimmy, sing "mack the knife". And because he wanted to hang out with us, he'd belt it right out. We'd fucking roll on the floor laughing. Then when the laughs got old, we stopped calling him. It wasn't 'til years later I find out that the poor prick was going home every night and crying himself to sleep. When I found out, you know, I felt bad. But I never really understood what he felt. To be used, you know, for somebody else's amusement, like a fuckin' dancing bear. 'Til I played golf with those guys. Well, you thought cusamano was your friend. You live, you learn. Do you mind if I ask you a question? What ever happened to jimmy? Jimmy smash? He's doing 20 for robbery. Wasn't too hard for the cops to figure out who it was. He goes up to the bank teller in a mask and goes, "give me your money". |
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Some fucker's on the phone for ya. Good morning, herman. I'm listening. Good. I wouldn't want you to miss anything I have to say. I've been thinking about it a long time. Go on. You're gonna have to find some other schmuck to have your altruistic moment with. You know what this means, herman? Stupid enough to say it over the phone, let's hear it. I don't threaten, herman. I act. Genius. You're getting yourself in way over your head here. Why don't you think about backing up a little bit? You know, let sleeping dogs lie. Hey, soprano. Let me share with you what I suspect about this gangsta rap shit. I think you probably got a degree in sociology from the city college. I grew up in the projects. Dealt at 13. Killed a man. Later on I got a degree. But urban planning. You were close. Now, when it comes to which is mightier, the pen or the motherfuckin' sword, I let the situation dictate. Don't press it. I'm gonna do my part to keep mr. Rabkin's people working. What's that supposed to mean? Expect to hear from goldstein, baum, and woronov. They'll be representing ms. Willis in the lawsuit. You gonna sue? With what I pay in retainers? Fuck, yeah! I hear that. Yeah, well. Listen, be advised that on your artist scratch's last single, you sampled the backing vocal from the chablis' 1968 song, "riff with it". For which f-note records controls the master recording rights. No shit. Yes, shit. I would of course have to counter sue. I'll see you in court. (Tony) fuckin' legal fees. What kind of moolinyan's are these? They call themselves gangstas. It's a new fucking day. Fucking depressing. |
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Okay, now this is a donatella versace. Nice. You like it better than the alaia? Keep 'em both. Christopher. Twenty four hundred dollars! I don't think you really like it. I like it. I like it. Ahh. Mtv awards. What? Nothing. I thought we put that fight behind us. You want me to take all this back? I will. No problem. No, fuck. I want you to have it. (Italian) you know how I use the technique of positive visualization? I know you talk about it. You're fairly negative a lot of the time. Well, I think you should mentally prepare for the fuckin' possibility that visiting day sucks. What? I think the only reason you gotten this far with massive is he wants to be in your pants. Boy, oh, boy. I let some experts listen to the demo. They shit all over it. I'm sorry. Experts? Who? Hesh, that old fucking synagogue cantor? Silvio. He owned rock clubs in asbury. You heard what squid said. He's a professional engineer. What about my opinion? That it's good. That it's special. His eyes are on your ass, adriana, 98 percent of the time. You know that. This is just a way for you to keep me down. That ain't fair. I don't want these clothes. What's wrong with it, huh? What's wrong with visiting day? I don't know... But it's a problem that you don't know. Richie, he'll sing anything. You just don't want to believe that I could have a relationship with a man like massive that wasn't based on fucking. That was based on intelligence, respect. Talent. I'll shut up. You saying I don't have talent? I branched out. Made new friends. New horizons. And you can't stand that. Yeah. Go silent. That's you. Either screaming your head off or fucking dead. I don't think I can stay here anymore. I love you. That is such a lie. |
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Carmela? In here. I need a finger. What's in the box? Sand. I'm fuckin' with cusamano. Tony. Beautiful. You're kind of cute when you're being a bad boy. You're awfully chipper today. So, what are you gonna do with the box? Give it to him. Tell him to hold on to it for a while. Oh, tony, that is so evil. Yeah, I know. That's why it's so much fun. Oh, god. |
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Cooze. Cooze. Cooze. Come here. Hey, ton'. How you doing? Good, how you doing? Fine, thanks. Listen... You know, that nickname-- what, cooze? Cusamano. It's got that other connotation that-- oh, no. Not anymore. Listen pal. I need a little solid. I need you to hang on this for a while for me. Hang on to it. In a little while I'll come get it when I need it. How long? A month. Maybe more, maybe less. Okay? Yeah, sure. Thanks. Oh, the club. Meant to ask you about the club, what's going on? The club... I'm sorry, ton'. Membership's closed. Closed? Yeah. No new members until old members die. Nobody's dying? Nothing anybody could do anything about. No biggie, cooze. You sure? Thanks. I mean, because-- I'll live. (Grunting) |
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Now, that's a hit. |
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What is it, heroin? Shit, jean, I don't know. A weapon? I don't know. Could be anything. Don't touch it. (Tony grunting) |
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