Frank's Brother

Sweet Dee:I would have an Uzi... one gun that shoots a thousand bullets in one second

Mac:You are not eating a hoagie. You are just jamming meats and cheeses inside of your mouth.

Frank:I like to make it in my mouth. It tastes better.

Dennis:You told us your brother was dead.

Frank:Yeah, you said that he had his guts sucked out of his asshole through a hot tub drain.

Uh, well, technically, sir, he's not our father, which would mean you're not our uncle. Yeah, we thought he was for a long time, and then as it turns out... You know what? It's a whole thing, so...

Frank:The love of my life.

Gino:Well, this just got more interesting.

Mac:Wait, wait, wait. Gino, you're gonna tell us a story, right? Make it funny or something.

Dennis:Yeah, we might pop in and out mentally, so you gotta keep us engaged.

Mac:I'm gonna jump in for a second 'cause it sounds like you're about to launch into a whole thing. Is it going to take a long time? My attention span is very short.

Gino:It was an all-black joint. Blacks played the best music. Not that I gave a shit-- I got a tin ear. It all sounded like a bunch of noise to me.

Gino:This bimbo is my little brother. He's here every night for the music. He's more Negro-ish than anybody else in this club.

Reggie:How old are you, boy?

Frank:Nineteen.

Reggie:Shit, you don't look a day over 12.

Gino:That was Shadynasty.

Dennis:Got to stop you. Good time to stop. Okay, so... The love of your life was a black woman named Shadynasty?

Frank:You got a huge set on you.

Shadynasty:Excuse me?

Frank:Pipes-- you got a great voice.

Frank:I'm gonna open a jazz joint of my own someday-- an integrated place where blacks and whites can get along. No Orientals, though.

Frank:White man. Get down. Whoa, why were you shoving her head down? You did not want to be caught out in the street in those days with a Negress.

Frank:Negress? What? Whatever the proper word was.

Well, it's not that, it's a different word.

Frank:It wasn't that. We're talking '60s terms.

Mac:Shady-nasty's?

Frank:Shadynasty's, asshole.

Reggie:I'm working on my temper. But know.. that I strongly disagree with this!

Wait. Why did Reggie get more years than you? You beat the man half to death.

Frank:He was black. Those were the days.

Frank:No drugs, no guns... No trouble.

Frank:Hey, I could eat. Give me something.

Frank:Help yourself.

Gino:Make a sandwich in your mouth. It tastes really good.

Frank:I know how to do it. I'm the one who taught you to do it!

Gino:No-no, no-no-no-no. I'm going to tell you how it went.

Gino:No, no, I never danced with no guys. Maybe you did, maybe you didn't. No-no, no-no-no-no. I'm going to tell you how it went.

Gino:Ah, shit. It's a goddamn petition! What the hell?! I thought he was pulling a gun.

Frank:I was quality control for his Colombian cocaine connection. I'd become everything I hated.

Frank:But mostly doing cocaine. Ah! That part was a blast actually.

Gino:I found the new love letters you've been writing to her, Frankie. Talking about meeting up again and running away.

Frank:What are you talking about? I haven't written to her in years.

Gino:I want to be in you. My dick is a raging bull for you. And this one, here, Meet me at the airport, Friday, at 5:00, Terminal C. Love, your one and only.

Mac:I don't see a black woman anywhere.

Dennis:No.

Mac:I mean, there's her, but...

Frank:That's her!

Mac:What?

Dennis:Really? That is not at all what I was picturing.

Wait! Oh, hell no! Times have changed! It can't still be like this! Leave him be. Reggie?! No!

Oh... Guess times kind of haven't changed much, huh?

If I'm being honest, she looked like shit.

Mm. Yeah. She did not age well at all.

No.

Did she ever look good?

She was never attractive.

I guess black can crack.

That's still... still kind of racist.

Yeah, that's racist.