Costello: You met my friend Mr. French the other night.
Billy: Is his real name Mr. French?
Costello: No. Come with me. I'm not the cops. Not asking you. You know
something? They just do not stop having the Maffia in Providence! And this can
cause me a lot of problems. Those guys you tuned
up, they're connected down Providence. What they're gonna do is
come back with some guys and kill you. Which - as sure as you were born - they
will do. Unless I stop them. Do you want me to stop 'em?
Billy: Is this something I can't do personally?
Costello: I'm gonna have my associate search you.
Billy: No! No one's fuckin' searchin' me. Searchin' me
for what?
Costello: Contra-fuckin-band. Take your shoes off!
French: Shoes.
Costello: I knew your father.
Billy: Yeah? Do you know he's dead?
Costello: Oh sorry. How did he go?
Billy: He didn't complain.
Costello: Yeah, that was his problem.
Billy: Who said he had a problem?
Costello: I just said he had a fuckin' problem. He was a man who could have
been anything.
Billy: Are you trying to say that he was nothing?
Costello: I'm sayin' he worked at the airport.
French: He's clean.
Costello: Arm.
French: Yeah. Come on.
Costello: What fuckin' arm.
French: Show me your arm. Flip it.
Costello: Makes me curious to see you in this neighborhood.
French: He's clean.
Costello: And if I can slander my own environment. It makes me sad, this
regression. Plus I don't know if it is beyond some fuckin' cop prick like
Queenan to pull you out of the Staties and send you after me. I just can't know.
I don't know what they do in that particular department anyway. Are you still a
cop?
Billy: No! No!
Costello: Swear on your mother's grave! You're still not a cop?
Billy: No, I'm not a fuckin' cop! No!
Costello: Are you gonna stop doing coke
deals with your jerk-off fuckin' cousin?
Billy: Yes, yes, yes!
Costello: All right, all right, all right. You're ok, you'll be ok. Get your
hand taken care of. I'm sorry. It was necessary.
Costello: Do you know who I am?
