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Charlie Carbone: My name is Carbone, which means skinny white boy with a gun
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[Sal watched his factory of stolen merchandise become raided by the NYPD on the news]
Sal Maggio: [disappointed] Louis Booker, you degenerate moron. Were these Medieval Times and you, a knight in shining armor, you would have, I have no doubt, slayed the maiden and saved the dragon.
[Waffles, Louis' puppy growls]
Louis Booker: Shh! Waffles!
Charlie Carbone: Sal, we can explain...
Sal Maggio: [cuts Charlie off] As for you, Charlie. After the tragic death of your father, I married your mother promising her I would raise you as my own. *You* chose not to take the Maggio name. I did not complain. And when you wanted to go to Beauty School, as boys who lose their fathers early in life often do, I did not snivel at interventions, did I?
Charlie Carbone: No, Salvatore, you didn't. In fact...
Sal Maggio: In fact, I happened to bought a beauty parlor so you could sit on you lazy butt all day long. $4.5 million you cost me. Were you anybody else, you be dead by now.
Charlie Carbone: Look, Sal, we know that your upset.
Sal Maggio: It's not your fault.
Charlie Carbone: What?
Sal Maggio: A lion can raise a mouse, but the mouse is still a mouse. And you, Charlie, are that mouse. Look at this. He takes it. Chicken blood.
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Extended Reading
