Just don't go bustin' my balls, Billy, okay?

Hey, Tommy, if I was gonna break your balls, I'd tell you to go home and get your shine box. [to his friends] Now this kid, this kid was great. They, they used to call him Spitshine Tommy. I swear to God! Now he'd make your shoes look like ****in' mirrors. 'Scuse my language. He was terrific, he was the best. He made a lot of money, too. Salud, Tommy!

No more shines, Billy.

What?

I said no more shines. Maybe you didn't hear about it, you've been away a long time; they didn't go up there and tell you. I don't shine shoes anymore.

Relax, will ya? You flipped right out, what's got into you? I'm breakin' your balls a little bit, that's all. I'm only kiddin' with ya.

Sometimes you don't sound like you're kidding, you know? There's a lotta people around...

Tommy, I'm only kiddin' with you. We're having a party and I just came home, and I haven't seen you in a long time, and I'm breakin' your balls, and right away you're getting ****in' fresh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you.

I'm sorry too. It's okay. No problem.

Okay, salud. [moment of silence as he takes a drink] Now go home and get ya ****in' shinebox!

[smashes his glass in anger]

MOTHER****IN' MUTT! YOU, YOU ****IN' PIECE OF SHIT...! [Henry and Jimmy restrain him]

[taunting]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on, come on! Come on! Let him go!

Henry, he bought his ****in' button! That fake old tough guy! You bought your ****in' button! Keep that mother****er here, keep him here! [leaves]