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| - Sosa: Gentleman (We see Sosa is allied with Gomez and Sheffield) I wish to discuss something that is an interest to all of us here. I have a problem, we have a problem. Gomez: Just get to the point, Alex. Montana's been a fly on our shit since you sent your hit squad to Miami. Since then he's been on a goddamn mission to personally fuck us in the ass! Sosa: Yes, and what I mind remind you is dat u haven't been anymore successfull than taking care of Montana than I have, Mr. Gomez. Gomez: Hey! I never had a problem with him, since u started the pot, I hold you responsible Alex. And the only reason I'm here is to make sure that I get a deal outta this. Sheff: That fuck! Why don't u stop bitterin' who fucked up worse, and put your money where your mouth is? Sosa, u have connections with the military here, give 'em some money and roll some tanks on the prick, c'mon! Sosa: Do u believe our friends in Washington would approve of Bolivian tanks on the streets of Miami, George? Sheff: Fuck Washington! I got them in my backpocket, a little green bags spread to the right hand for a day never hurt anypony. Gomez: Jesus Christ, you fucking lawyers are all the same! Montana has declared a war on everybody in Miami, and his probably not going to stop until he steps into this goddamned living room! Sheff: (Dropping the bazooka) Tony baby, listen, you don't think so much, you gotta think a little more. Tony: Fuck u, George! You fucking worm! Sheff: Put the fucking gun away! What are? Crazy!? Are you on drugs? Well, yeah, I guess. Tony: Prepear to fucking die! Sheff: Fuck me in the ass. Gomez: Holy shit, Montana, how the fuck did u get here? Tony: How many babies have you eated today, Gaspar? Huh? Gomez: Babies? Da fuck are you talking about? You still fucked up with your own supply? You fucking attic, u got no respect for this business! Tony: All I care about is Sosa's head on a platter to serve to the fucking dawgs. Tony: It's over Gaspar! It's over for you now! (Gaspar tries to crawl away, but eventually dies) You hear? Sosa: How is this going to work, Tony? How do we solve our problem? Tony: You're going to die Alex, for everything you did in your entire life. Sosa: Hahahaha, what about wat u did? I told you not to fuck me, and you did Tony. Tony: There were kids in the fucking car, Alex! Innocent kids! Huh? Wat kinda animals you got working for you?! Sosa: I want to clear something with you, Tony, before I kill you. When you move a 100 kilos a month, it is imparitive dat you do kill children. That way heroes don't go confused and go on "60 minutes, they instead crawl back into the hole they came from. Tony: Hey Sosa, maybe it's time for you to make that crawl, huh? Tony: This is for everyone you ever fucked over, Sosa! Sosa: You feel like being a hero today, Tony? Tony: Your rule ends now Sosa, and ur gonna die! Sosa: Where will you go on from now? You have no one left in your life, you can't live without anger, I'm the only thing keeping you alive Tony. Tony: Have a nice trip, Sosa, you stupid fuck. Sosa: Oh, you fucking little monkey! Money isn't everything, I even bet Manny is glad, he's dead. Tony: Have a nice trip, Sosa, u stuqid fuck! Tony: You see? I told you there wasen't shortage of platters. Guard: Let me live, Tony, I need to support my family. It's all got! Tony: Hey, look at me, I want to see your eyes. (Tony stares at him) Guard: It's the truth! I swear, please! Tony:... Wanna job, mang? Tony: Oh look at this bullshit, who deserves to be on TV? Me! That's who, who should bee on every fucking magazine cover? ME! Fan mail? ME! Venus: You got that right, baby. Guard: Vodka for Venus, gin for Tony. Tony: Thanks, Manny, eh you don't mind if I call you Manny, do you? Guard: Call me whatever you want, Tony. Tony: Oh, ok stupid fuck, how you like dat? *Grins* Hah, just kidding money. You know... the World is Yours. And everything in it... So say goodnight to the bad guy!
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