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You don't wanna say a fucking word to me, you don't have to. I don't really give a fuck. Twenty five years, pal, that's what you're looking at. Truck Driver: [Henry and Tommy motion picture just boosted a rig] Hey, you got a phone? Two niggers just stole my truck. You believe that shit, huh? You fuckin' believe motion picture that? Henry Hill: If you're part of motion picture a crew, nobody ever tells you that they're going to kill you, doesn't happen that way. There weren't any arguments or curses like in the movies. See, your murders come with smiles, they come as your friends, the people who've cared for you all of your life. And they always seem to come at a time that you're at your weakest and most in need of their help. Sonny Bunz: But I'm worried, I mean, I'm hearin' all kinds a fuckin' bad things. I mean he's treating me like I'm a fuckin' half-a-fag or somethin'.
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