Lillo Brancato credited as playing...
Matt Bevilaqua
- Silvio Dante: [losing at poker as Matt Bevilaqua tries to sweep up the crumbs under his chair] What the fuck are YOU doing?
- Tony Soprano: Sil, take it easy.
- Silvio Dante: I'm losing my balls over heeeere! This fuckin' moron's playing Hazel? Get the fuck outta here!
- Matt Bevilaqua: I was just trying to sweep the cheese away from...
- Silvio Dante: Why? Why NOW? Leave it there!
- Matt Bevilaqua: I don't know, I was just...
- Silvio Dante: What?
- [to Tony]
- Silvio Dante: Where do you get these fuckin' idiots, huh? Where do you get 'em? He's sweeping the cheese, I'm trying ta...
- [to Matt, shouting]
- Silvio Dante: Leave the fuckin' cheese there! All right? I love fuckin' cheese at my feet! I stick motherfuckin' provolone in my socks at night, so they smell like your sister's crotch in the morning! All right? So leave the fuckin' cocksuckin' cheese WHERE IT IS!
- [Scoops the rest of the food from his plate onto the floor]
- Silvio Dante: Here, here, here! Go ahead. Have a good time!
- [Sits back down to make a bet]
- Silvio Dante: 800.
- Dr. Ira Freid: Call.
- Silvio Dante: [to Dr. Fried] And why don't you go fix a fuckin' dick or whatever the fuck it is you do.
- Christopher Moltisanti: What kind is that?
- Fishman: Brazilian snapper.
- Christopher Moltisanti: Is it fishy.
- Fishman: It's fish.
- Christopher Moltisanti: You know what I mean. It's for pizzaiolia. Let me smell it.
- [He sniffs the snapper]
- Fishman: You want something or what?
- Christopher Moltisanti: Yeah, give me some of that, enough for 15 people. Ten pounds of shrimp.
- [He puts a pack of matches under the weight scale]
- Christopher Moltisanti: There's gonna some serious money there. This is no nickel-and-dime shit. These motherfuckers can play for two days straight sometimes. Now, once you start work, you don't go till the game breaks up and that fucking place looks like an operating room.
- Sean Gismonte: You mean, we're like cleaning guys?
- Christopher Moltisanti: [the weight scaling working because of the matches] Oh! What the fuck are you doing?
- Fishman: Something ain't right.
- Christopher Moltisanti: Fucking A. I just saw you puttin' your finger on the scale.
- Fishman: No, I didn't.
- Christopher Moltisanti: You pull that shit with the old ladies, not with me, you fucking hump.
- Fishman: I didn't put my finger on the scale.
- Christopher Moltisanti: I don't believe this shit. Where are you going? Wrap that up.
- Fishman: But I got to weigh it.
- Christopher Moltisanti: You got to what? You got to rob me?
- [the fish vendor wraps it up]
- Christopher Moltisanti: Yeah, you serve some booze, you empty the ashtrays. Oh, oh, that reminds me. Whatever you do, don't engage Silvio in conversation. He can be up sick fuck when he's gambling. One night, he was down like 50 large. And some point he sneezes, Fritzi says salute...
- Sean Gismonte: Fritzi Neste? From Hoboken?
- Christopher Moltisanti: Yeah, you know him?
- Sean Gismonte: No.
- Christopher Moltisanti: Well, then shut the fuck up and let me finish, all right? Anyway, Fritzi says, salute, Silvio thinks he says something else, forget it. For the rest of the night, Silvio's blaming Fritzi for his losing streak, the fucking nut.
- Sean Gismonte: What did he think he said?
- Christopher Moltisanti: Are you listening to me or what? He's a fucking nut, who knows?
- Fishman: Here. But I didn't put my finger on no fucking scale.
- Christopher Moltisanti: Put that shit in the trunk so it don't stink up the car. Pay for the fish.
- Matt Bevilaqua: This guy for real or what? We're fucking piss boys? Come on, let's get the fuck out of here.