Now take the hit off of him, Carmine. –Vivian! –Take it off. –No! –If you don't take it off, I'm going to tell Frankie DeLuca about you muscling in on the bingo concession at the Feast of St. Anthony's, and he is gonna put a hit out on you. And you're going to be wearing cement shoes at the bottom of the East River, and then there's gonna be more grief and less peace in our fucking family than there already is.
We're traders buying and selling our wares to the highest bidder. Rubbing shoulders with good and evil, side-stepping temptation, and looking away from corruption, and avoiding the clutches of the Goldies of the world... Fighting for Truth, Justice, and the American Way. Let's get it on.
The notion of Civil Disobedience, of striking a blow against Big Brother, has renewed the rebellious youth in me; taking me back to a time in my life when I had morals that couldn't be swayed, ideals that couldn't be corrupted, and a sense of Self that couldn't be compromised.