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[repeated line]
Mickey Scarpato: What the fuck?
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Arthur 'Bird' Capezio: [the power went down] What the fuck?
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Mickey Scarpato: I'm not mad, I'm just running.
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Richard Shellburn: I've been writing the story of this city for 20 years.
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Richard Shellburn: [talking to his boss on the phone, Richard is next to a pretty girl, who's asleep. He takes a tie and stuffs it in his mouth] I can't talk right now. I'm eating her.
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Jeanie Scarpato: [Jeanie and Mickey are having sex] Oh, your balls. Oh, my God!
Mickey Scarpato: It's good, right?
Jeanie Scarpato: Oh, it's so good! Your cock is so good.
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[first lines]
Richard Shellburn: [narrating] The working men of God's Pocket are simple men. They work. They follow their teams. They marry and have children who rarely leave the Pocket. Everyone here has stolen something from somebody else... Or when they were kids, they set someone's house on fire... Or they ran away when they should have stayed and fought. They know who cheats at cards and who slaps their kids around. And no matter what anybody does, they're still here. And whatever they are is what they are. The only thing they can't forgive is not being from God's Pocket.
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Richard Shellburn: [writing] Until recently, you only had to die once in this city... even if you came from God's Pocket. There was a time when a 23-year-old working man could die once, have the event noticed in his local newspaper, and then move on to his reward without the complications of an additional death. Leon Hubbard's death was reported incorrectly by this newspaper last week. But, then, Leon Hubbard wasn't important.
Richard Shellburn: Leon Hubbard was like the other working people of God's Pocket: dirty-faced, uneducated, neat as a pin inside. They work, marry, and have children who inhabit the Pocket, often in the homes of their mothers and fathers. They drink at The Hollywood, or the Uptown Bar, little places deep in the city. And they argue there about things they don't understand... politics, race, religion. And in the end, they die like everyone else; leaving their families and their houses and their legends. And there is a dignity in that. We owe Leon Hubbard an apology, and all the people who knew him and loved him and worked with him. If we stop listening to Leon Hubbard's story and all the neighborhood stories like it, eventually the neighborhoods will stop listening to ours.
God's Pocket Quotes
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