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[Jimmy magnolia gives him a pack of matches with a number] Henry Hill: [narrating] That's when I knew I would never have come back from Florida alive. Tommy DeVito: [has just killed talkative Morrie] I thought he'd never shut the *fuck*up. Jimmy Conway: Yeah. Pain in the ass. Tommy DeVito: Ya Dizzy Motherfucka You! Tommy DeVito: [about Morrie's corpse] Hey Frank, let's chop him up. magnolia Frankie Carbone: All right. [starts to get out of the car] Tommy DeVito: Where you going? Where you going, you dizzy motherfucker, you? Frankie Carbone: To chop him magnolia up. Tommy DeVito: At Charlie's, not here! [Carbone mumbles to himself in Italian] Tommy DeVito: Come on, what are you doing? Let's get the fuck outta here. I oughta let him [Morrie's corpse] Tommy DeVito: fucking drive. What are you waiting for? Frankie Carbone: The car's cold. Tommy DeVito: Get the fuck outta here! What fucking warm enough? Get outta here! Henry Hill: I only bought the damn guns because he wanted them and now he didn't want them.
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