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| Hell, he was banging cocktail waitresses two at a time. Players couldn't get a drink. | |
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| MICHAEL rises from his chair, and says in a tone of dismissal: |
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| I have to go back to New York tomorrow. Think of your price. | |
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| You son of a b#tch, you think you can brush me off like that? I made my bones when you were going out with cheerleaders. | |
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| Tom, you're the Consigliere; you can talk to the Don and advise him. | |
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| The Don has semi-retired. I'm running the Family business now. So anything you have to say, say it to me. | |
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