Giacomo Poretti: Jack
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Quotes
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Al : [Jack has accidentally "shot" The Boss's aunt and a bus driver and the three of them are on the run] What the fuck did you do, Jack? What the *fuck* did you do?
Jack : I did nothing bad, Al. I didn't mean it!
Al : We're dead meat.
[turns to Jack]
Al : And it's your fault, you damn pill-popper!
Jack : I just went like this!
[stretches his arms out in a T shape like a martyr - a bullet hits the car radio]
John : Hold the wheel, Al!
[turns to Jack]
John : Give me the gun, Jack!
John : [Jack gives him the gun] This gun is *cursed*, now it won't kill innocent people any more!
[throws it out the window, where it shoots the final bullet into a pedestrian's back. The pedestrian falls to the floor, dead, dropping his hat]
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John : [seeing Al acting like an exorcist] What the *fuck* is going on, Jack?
Jack : When Al woke up, I told him he was an exorcist!
Al : I am not afraid of you, Satan! Go back to - the - daaaaaarknesssss!
Al : [seeing John - thinking that he's Satan] I have finally found you. Leave this deformed body. Enter into me. Enter into me!
Jack : Just play along with him.
Al : Leave this grotesque body! And enter into *me*!
[shouts]
Al : Enter into me, now!
[John slaps Al - Al grunts and falls to the floor]
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The Boss : What was on your agenda today? I can't remember.
John : We had to kill "Frankie Rubber Butt".
The Boss : Ah.
[opens a locker]
The Boss : *This* Frankie Rubber Butt? The one who steals the betting money? Oh, shut up!
[slams the locker]
The Boss : The arsehole who sold seven of our men to the FBI?
[holds up a photo of Frank Contropelo]
The Boss : Or was it this one?
Jack : That's him, boss.
The Boss : Frankie Backcomber. The barber on the 15th Street. You had to kill a spy! You killed a barber instead. I don't know what to do with you, guys. Two weeks ago you collected the protection money from the wrong shops! And today you killed a barber!
Jack : There's also the bourbon incident.
The Boss : What bourbon?
Jack : It was a bourbon we were supposed to deliver, but we downed it all at Billy Rotten Gum's party.
The Boss : What am I supposed to do? Come on - tell me!
Jack : Well...
The Boss : Jack! It's a rhetorical question, you're not meant to answer it!
