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.
Not again! Writing a letter to a stupid pumpkin? You make me the laughing-stock of the neighborhood! All they talk about is my little brother who always writes to the Great Pumpkin. You better cut it out right now or I'll pound you.
We need pie. –What? –My granddaddy always said 'If you got a problem that you can't solve, it helps to get out of your head, pie, it's good.' –Pie. –Yeah. –Your granddaddy, heavy-set man? –A little bit. –Yeah. You know what? We've been doing smart stuff. We've been following clues, doing real police work, it might be time we do something stupid. Something that ain't got nothing to do with nothing. You know what? Now I want some pie, K. I want some pie. Let's go get some dumb-ass pie.
Come on, dudes, we got to get this nativity scene down cold. –What are we doing this for anyway? –'Cause we want to surprise our folks by putting on this pageant. – And, besides, it's the bestest way in the world to get the real feeling of Christmas.