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Frank: Hey, gimme a coupla' serious Irish cops, cigars in their mouth, go out there...
Bobby Gold: That's right...
Frank: - go bring their man in...
Bobby Gold: ...s'right.
Frank: - n' spare me the fuckin' FBI.
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Bobby Gold: What happened to the job?
Tim Sullivan: Mm.
Bobby Gold: Fuckin' politics, man, nuthin' but politics. Motherfucker called me a kike...
Tim Sullivan: I heard 'im.
Bobby Gold: Job's changed. It ain't the same job.
Tim Sullivan: Job's the same...
Bobby Gold: Yeah?
Tim Sullivan: People dyin', people killin' 'em. How's your head? Sonofabitch whopped you a good one.
Bobby Gold: Yeah.
Tim Sullivan: We get to the gym... that sonofabitch whopped you mean, you're gi'in a, bump on there. Here, uh... put the, put the meat on it, from my lunch. Put the meat on it.
Bobby Gold: You're kiddin'...
Tim Sullivan: Nah, it's... draw it. Really.
Bobby Gold: Hey what dont'chu know?
Tim Sullivan: Innit?
Bobby Gold: You are one smart Indian.
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