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1m15s
Hey! Oh. Oh, oh, oh, you're so skinny. - Have you been eating? - Yeah. - Hi. - Hey. How are you? This is Ray. - Hey. How you doing? - Oh. - Nice to finally meet you. - Nice to meet you. Yeah, I feel like I already know you. Your mom talks about you all the time. - Oh, God. - Oh. No, only good stuff, only good stuff. Should we go eat? I am so sick of eating off a tray. - You hungry? - Yeah, I could eat. - Could always eat. - Uh-huh. Beautiful school. "Yeah, I could eat. I could always eat." Fucking asshole. Look at those two angels, huh? - Yeah, I know them. - Yeah. - Mm-hmm. - You walk them to school, don't you? - Yeah, I know who they are. - Oh, my God. - She's so cute. - Look. Look at those curls. We took them to see Stomp Off-Broadway. - They went crazy! - Oh, my God. I love Stomp. What's Stomp? What is that? It's the greatest musical of all time. Yeah, it's, like, that show where people play the drums on, like, garbage cans and, like, tap with broomsticks. - Stuff around the house. - Yeah. Like, you just see a toaster, we make an English muffin. They-they see a whole song. It's incredible. I know a homeless guy that plays trash can lids on the subway, for a dollar. And then he took a shit on the platform. Oh. Well, you know. I don't know if he's gonna get a Tony for that, but... Maybe if they keep practicing and get an adult diaper, they can, uh, get to Broadway someday.
The King of Staten Island
1m6s
- We're gonna have a good night. - Oh, yeah. No, we're not. I hate college parties. You've never been to a college party. Come on, just enjoy it. - Relax. Go with it, okay? - Yes, relax. ♪ Five, four, three, two, I let one go, bow ♪ ♪ Get the fuck, though, I don't bluff, bro ♪ ♪ Aiming at your head like a buffalo ♪ ♪ What the fuck, though? Where the love go... ♪ What's your major? It's, uh, uh, evolutionary sociology with-with a splash of bio. Oh. I-I didn't know you could do that. Yeah, you can do whatever the fuck you want. It's college. ♪ I don't huff, though, yellow diamonds up close ♪ ♪ Catch a sunstroke ♪ ♪ At your front door with a gun stowed ♪ ♪ Put the green in the bag like a lawn mower ♪ ♪ Hair trigger pulled back like a cornrow ♪ ♪ What the fuck, bro? Where the love go? ♪ I like your tattoos. I'm an actress, so, like, I don't think I can get that many tattoos, because, like, what if I get cast as, like, an angelic role? Like, I'm kind of, like, a young Winona Ryder. So, like, I could play those parts, and, like, also, like, back when Shakespeare was writing plays, like... ♪ Five, four, three, two, I let one go ♪ ♪ Bow, get the fuck, though, I don't bluff, bro ♪ ♪ Aiming at your head like a buffalo ♪ - What do you think? - What is that?
The King of Staten Island
21s
♪ When... ♪ Right. If anybody sees us or you hear sirens or anything bad, you text me, "You up?" Could I just text you something else? That sounds like I'm trying to bang you, kind of. - Just do it. - Fine. - Fine. - Let's go. - Let's roll. - Hold on. All right, let's go. Good luck, homey. Love you, Scott.
The King of Staten Island