Originally posted by Sicilian Babe: DC - I saw those eyes roll!! One day they're just going to roll right out of your head, Young Man!!!
Well, yeah, one night with you guys is more than enough. Duh!!
:p
You know damn well that we wish that you could be there both nights.
CUT TO: SB's apartment. SB unlocks the door for Don Cardi, turning away from him as he enters. -day
DON CARDI : Wha's the matter? (then) Huh? What'sa matter?
[SB faces him with a sad look. Cardi bites his knuckles]
SB : It was my fault!
DON CARDI : Where is he?
SB : Cardi, please, it was my fault -- Cardi, it was my fault! I told him that I wanted a cheesecake and I started a fight with him about it. Please let me be -- I told him about bringing me my dessert, I didn't -- I --
DON CARDI :Sh sh sh sh sh -- Okay. -- I'm just uh -- I'm just gonna get a fresh cheesecake for you, alright?
SB : Cardi, please don't do anything -- please don't do anything!
DON CARDI : Okay -- What's the matter with you? What am I gonna do -- I'm gonna make you eat a sponge cake instead? or what? Huh? Hmmm?
(then, after SB laughs)
All right?
CUT TO: A New Jersey City street. The Hotel Manager is seated on a stoop with two men. -day
HOTEL MANAGER : (watching a man leave the building) This fat slob's still eating at Tuscanny Grill ? You tell 'em to stop ordering everything on the menu, alright? (then) He ate enough cheese cakes last week.
[Cardi's car appears, screeches to a halt. He gets out] DON CARDI : (as he throws a sawed-off broom stick at the manager) Hey Manager, come'ere! -- come'ere!, come'ere!, come'ere!(then, after catching him after a short chase and beating him) You bastard!
[Cardi punches and kicks the Hotel manager while SC, DMC, Don Smitty, Mr. Babe and Plaw hold back on-lookers. The Hotel Manager screams when Cardi bites his knuckles which are clenched to a metal fence. Cardi slams a garbage can lid on the manager's head over and over. The one-sided fight continues until the hotel manager ends up motionless on his back in the downpour of an open fire hydrant that kids were playing in.]
DON CARDI (exhausted): Your restaurant serves -- my sister a frozen cheesecake again, I'll kill ya.
[As Cardi begins to walk away, he stops, goes back, and kicks the manager one last time]
Don Cardi
Don Cardi
Five - ten years from now, they're gonna wish there was American Cosa Nostra. Five - ten years from now, they're gonna miss John Gotti.