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It could be my son, it could be anybody. Gribbs got 20 years just r&b for saying hello to some fuck who was sneaking behind his back selling junk, I don't need that, aint gonna happen to me, r&b you understand. Henry Hill: Uh huh. Paul Cicero: You know that you're r&b only out early because I got you a job. I don't need this heat, understand that. Henry Hill: Uh huh. Paul Cicero: And you see anybody fucking around with this shit you're going to tell me right. Henry Hill: Yeah. Paul Cicero: [slaps him] That means anybody! Henry Hill: Alright. Paul Cicero: Yeah? Henry Hill: Yeah, of course. Jimmy Conway: I'm not mad, I'm proud of you. You took your first pinch like a man and you learn two great things in your life. Look at me, never rat on your friends and always keep your mouth shut. Henry Hill: I swear to my fucking mother, if you touch her again, YOU'RE DEAD.
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