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2m16s
Did-did you happen to get a chance - to take a look at the, uh... - Yeah, I looked at your book. I mean, I drew like that, too, when I was 14. From what I saw, you don't really have the basics, so you got to figure that out. Well, yeah, that's why I'm here. I mean, I was hoping I can learn from you. Right, well, um, you'd be my apprentice. Uh, you'll be a slave to the shop. - Hey, man. As long as I get to tattoo people, right? - No. Never. Until I say. Uh, you'll be sterilizing needles, washing my car, taking the trash out. I mean, you're basically our bitch. So, how much will I be, like, making here? - Dick. - Dick. Okay, well... It's a long line of people who want this job, man. How do I, like, pay my rent? That one right there is not my problem. It's your first day, you're already complaining. It's kind of weird, huh? Yeah, let's not do this. You should take a walk. - Pussy. - All right. Well, could I ask you a question? If I did work here? Why is he still here? Let's say some idiot walks in, right? And he wants to get a tattoo of a Confederate flag wrapped around the Grim Reaper. You could tell that guy to go fuck himself, right? 'Cause that's a ridiculous tattoo to ask for. It's not my place to judge people, man. I don't do that. Well, what if another guy walked in and he wanted to get a tattoo of his dead friend James on his chest, right? But you know James, and you don't want to give him the tattoo, 'cause you know James and he's an asshole and that the world's better off without him. - What do you do then? - You have a death wish? No, I don't have a death wish. But that lady on the motorcycle does. She's not even wearing any underwear. - She's gonna burn her pussy. - Do you want to do this? You really want to fucking do this? I don't want to do anything with you. I just want to know who killed James. Was it the Confederate flag man? Was it the motorcycle lady? I got to be honest, Kelsey, you look exactly like your picture. You're kind of thicker, more robust. Oh, thank you. - Yeah. - It's a compliment. You look a little bit like Antonio Banderas, if I squint really hard. Oh, please squint all night long. That's great. Chelsea, you are... I mean, Kelsey, I'm sorry. - Th-That's all right. It's only... - Yeah, you know. What's your name again? - I forgot already. - Um, it's Jake. Sorry about that. So, uh, w-what do you do? Oh, I'm studying to work in the city. - Oh. - Um, I want to make Staten Island, like, a great place again. Staten Island's already cool. What are you talking about? Yeah, it is. - Yeah. Yeah, it is. - You're the first person here to say that. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. It's the best place on Earth. Well, at least on the East Coast, I think. Excuse me.
The King of Staten Island
1m24s
- Hey. - Hey. Uh, would you guys like, uh, still or sparkling water? Um, you pick. Uh, I'm more of a sparkling guy, - so sparkling. - Sparkling it is. But I do like tequila, so if I could get just a Patrón, you know, with a rock. - That cool with you? - That's fine. Yeah, that's fine. - Yeah? Cool. Yeah, I prefer a tequila. - Cool. Tequila and rock. You guys want, like, warm bread or... uh, olive oil? Warm bread. Oh. Bro, did you scare off another customer? What's wrong with you? I'm so sorry about that. He has, like, nepotism, you know? Is that a disease? Yeah, it's a bad one. I brought that guy here to make you jealous. You could give a fuck. T-To make me jea... - You don't seem jealous or upset at all. - I do care. Of course I care. I chose the hottest guy on Tinder. Look at me. Look at me. Look at my tits. There is literally the Eiffel Tower... it's holding them up in here. You look great. I'm... Thank you. Please don't cry here. Please. You look awful. What? What do you mean? What are you... Your skin looks see-through and the circles around your eyes are so dark you look like an anorexic panda. I... Well, I-I know. - I know I do. - I don't know. You always look sick and pale like you have a disease but you don't know it yet, but you literally look like if I touched you, you'd just turn to dust. I'm sorry. I-I'm not doing very well. I-I'm not, you know... I... Well, what do I tell your date? I don't know. Tell him to fuck off. I met him ten minutes ago. He's a DJ.
The King of Staten Island
52.6s
Well, actually, I'm going up to Boston to meet his parents at Thanksgiving. - Oh. - What? You're going to Boston to... for Thanksgiving? To wha... Well, where-where am I gonna go? - Ah, you'll come. You can come. - Yeah, me, too. - We can all go. - Yeah, we'd love to have you up there. - Oh. You think you're gonna get married again? Oh, boy, look what I got us into. Claire. Well, you know what? I'll... I'll, uh, I'll answer that, you know? A couple of months ago, I would've said no, but... Uh, can we go? Scott. Don't be rude. Me? I'm not being rude. He's talking the entire time. Wha... He's the one being rude. Was just making conversation. Okay, so what did you want to say? - Cut this shit. - Tell us now. - All I wanted to say was I think it's time to go, okay? I had a great time. This is wonderful. I think we all bonded. It's time to leave now, all right? Well, we're going to a party later, if you want to come with us. You just can't embarrass me. Sure, whatever. Let's just get the fuck out of here.
The King of Staten Island
44.1s
- You-you know Ray? - I know Ray a little bit. He's kind of, like, banging my mom. So, yeah, I'm just, you know, just dropping her off. Did you sign in at the office? No. I didn't even know you had an office. Okay, um... Kelly? You okay? Yeah. - You sure? - Yeah. You know you can tell me. I'm okay. Do you know him? Yeah, kind of. He's a new friend. Okay. Oh, I trained her in the car. She's not gonna break. I'm just kidding. It's, uh... I'm not gonna hurt her. Um, but have a great day. I just... No, uh, actually, could you, uh, set up the paints? - No. - Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Uh, and just wash these brushes. - No. - Thank you so much. - No. No. - Thank you! - No.
The King of Staten Island
2m12s
Why do you not think ice is a good superpower? It's amazing. I mean... Ice Flash can do anything with his ice. And it's indestructible 'cause it's superhero ice. He can make giant shields that reflect anything. He can make giant ice tanks, giant ice planes and giant jets, helicopters that shoot giant missiles. I mean, think of all the possibilities. That's actually kind of cool. - Thanks. - You came up with that? Yeah. You're getting, like, really good at this. Thanks. What color is his shield? It's, well, the color of ice. Well, what's the color of ice? Is it, like, see-through? Like, light blue ice or is it like...? It's blue ice 'cause it's... - it's, like, superhero ice, and it's cool. - Right. You remember that kid Ronnie? His uncle owns the pharmacy. He gave me the key. We're gonna load up on oxys. So, we're robbers now. That's our future. Nah. Nah, nah, nah, nah. We're gonna do this one time. Get the money to seed our dreams. Get that venture capital. Open that tattoo restaurant you wanted. It's not that big a deal. Jay-Z did it. He sold crack to fund his rap career. Aren't most of Jay-Z's friends, like, dead or in jail? Yeah, but we're Jay-Z in this situation. We're not Jay-Z's friends. We can't all be Jay-Z. There can't be four Jay-Zs. That doesn't make any sense. You guys know I'd do anything for you, right? Thank you. - Appreciate you. - Just not this. I'm out. What are you talking about? - What? - This is crazy. Hey, we need you, all right? You're the lookout. Literally anybody can be the lookout. - I don't need to be a part of this. - No, no, no, no, no, no. We need you. You're our best friend. - We trust you. - Wha... Well, best friends don't make other best friends do stupid illegal shit. You make me do stupid shit for you all the time. - Like what? - Uh, I don't know. What about the time when you thought - you had testicular cancer? - Here we go. - Knew this was gonna come up. - All right? And then I drive over and you make me touch your nuts. I would've done it for you, bro. You're like, "Hey, yo, there's something wrong with my ass." - I'd be like, "Yo, bend over." - Come on. After everything we've done for you? What do you do for me? I let you tattoo my whole body. So what? You love my tattoos. You use me as a human sketchbook. I-I-I-I don't, really. I don't. Not as much as I say I do. I'm out of here. My bad.
The King of Staten Island
2m16s
- Igor. - Mm-hmm. Go get that shit, bro. What are you doing? Yo, he is the worst assistant. He's clearly going through a lot. How much for, like, six Xanax? Six. What do we have? What do we have? - Who needs six Xanax? - I got one, two... I got three right here, I think. One, two... Is this a... Yeah. - How you doing? - I'm all right. Yo, you're Jimmy Bags' brother, right? Yes, bro. Tell your brother he's a bitch. - You understand that? - Yeah. I do. - Say it back to me. - He's a bitch. He's a bitch. And now, you know what? I got four, but you're paying for six. Nah, come on. That's my fucking brother, bro. - Like, what are you... - Nah. Nah, dude. I hate your brother. And now you look like a little version of him, and I want to punch you in the face. So, instead of doing that, just give me 60. I only got 40. Then go home, do chores, and come back. - I don't give a fuck. - I-I can't. I stole it from my mom's purse, but she only had 40. Well, then, give me your shoes. No, bro, I can't. Just give me your shoes and we'll call it a day. - Hey, what size are you? - Like, a nine. Those'll fit you. - Igor, you can have those. - I'll take 'em. Look at that, Igor got a gift. - He's not a fucking nine. - Fuck you! You don't make fun of my friend! He-he can't get on fucking roller coasters, - he's that small. - Shut the fuck up! - Whoa! - We make fun of him! - How is he gonna wear them? - You don't make fun of him! - He's our friend. He rides roller coasters all the time. We make fun of him, not you. He's, like, a size five, bro, like... Yo! Stop! Get the fuck away from my window. You guys are a bunch of fucking pussies. Mom, he's saying he's gonna wear these cargo shorts to the party. Oh, no. What? I told you to wear Dad's suit. I don't want to wear Dad's old suit, okay? - I have my own personal style, and I... - Get the fuck off me! - Don't do that! - I-I don't want to wear a suit, okay? I think, I think I'm gonna throw up. I think I have the flu. Oh, oh, okay. Just-just breathe through your nose. One second. Oh, shut up. Mom, he looks like he fucking sells crack under a bridge. I know the guy who sells crack under the bridge, okay? And he looks awesome. Just put on the suit, Scott, please. No! It's not fair! She thinks she's, like, princess of the world... Okay, well, then just please be respectful for two fucking seconds! ...because she graduated high school. Everybody graduates high school! - Shut up! - Scott! - ♪ Oh, she's a jolly good fellow ♪ - Oh. Mom, please... Just put on the suit. Be respectful. I'll be home in an hour. Fine! Thank you.
The King of Staten Island