How are my babies this morning? You miss me? You doing good? Huh? Huh? [To Sykes] You see, Sykes, it's a fish-eat-fish world, [he drops a food pellet into the tank] you either take, or you get taken. [The fish sprout razor teeth and devour the pellet as Lino closes the tank's lid]
Now, you and me, we worked together a long, long, long time.
Please, Don Lino, it's hardly been like work.
You know...
I love that about you.
Let me finish. That I've lived my life for my sons. Raising and protecting them...
You're the best! He's the best, right? Am I right or am I wrong? Am I right?
It's all been to prepare...
Right?
...to prepare them...
Sorry.
Yeah. It's all right. ...for the day they run the reef. Well, today is that day. [pauses; The record player gets stuck] Luca.
Hey, Boss, big butts! [chuckles]
Oy vey. Long story short, from now on yous work for Frankie and Lenny. Capiche?
I'm dead serious. It takes more than muscle to run things. Now Lenny, he's got the brains. That's something special.
He's special all right.
What's that supposed to mean?
Nothing. I'm just saying...
Hey, I bring you in here, look you in the eye, tell you what's what, and what?
What?
What "what"?
"What, what" nothing. You said "what" first.
I didn't say what first. I asked you what.
No, you said "And then what?", and I said "What?"
Sorry we're late, Pop. Lenny had an accident. He was born.
Look, all I'm saying is the kid ain't exactly no killer.
My Lenny is a killer! Ya hear me? A cold-blooded killer! Look at him! [Lino and Sykes both notice Lenny obliviously spinning around on his chair; Frankie shakes his head]
Huh?
You're fired! [pushes Sykes; Sykes screams and lands on a picture across the room] And on top of that, you're gonna have to start paying me!
So nothing happens to that little Whale Wash of yours. [Cut to the Oscar and workers at the Whale Wash]
Welcome to Oscar's crib. 60 foot slime-covered tongue with canker sores, swim-in cavities and plankton-encrusted teeth for when I feel a little… [exasperated] old school!
Ah, stop your moaning, Oscar! It could be a lot worse, you know?
Yeah, that's true. I could have this job, and look like you! [laughs; sudden rumbling] Indigestion... SHE'S GONNA BLOW! [Workers start scattering]
Wait! Headphone Guy's still in there. [Headphone Guy is cleaning the whale, oblivious to the rumbling]
I GOT YOU, HEADPHONE GUY! [he and Headphone Guy brace themselves on the whale's uvula. The scrubbers peak when...the whale let us out a small belch, sending some slime onto Oscar. The workers laughs]
Yeah! I could look like you!
Haha! Ya'll funny. Well, see if you laugh at THIS! [throws slimeball at Pontrelli, who ducks with a laughs, and it hits in splat instructor Johnson, causing him to stagger around and accidentally hits a button that sprays soap in the whale's eye, causing the whale to screams in pain and anogy]
Ohh! Ohh! My eye! OHH!!
SOAP IN THE EYE, SOAP IN THE EYE! [Flips the emergency; the grabbers grab the screams whale very tightly; quickly cleans the whale's eye] It's alright. I'ma get you some nice coupons, we gonna get you a free hot wax and all you like that? Alright, go ahead, Big Baby.
Thanks, Oscar.
Alright. [gets slapped on the back by Ernie and shocked, causing the bucket to land on his head]
Well, look who it is, Bernie.
Just the fish we're looking for.
Yeah. [Oscar struggles to remove the bucket]
The boss be needing to see you right now.
Right now.
Ernie, Bernie, my jellyfish brothers. Boo-ya-ka. Hey, what's up, man? Man, it's good to see y'all... Huh? What'd you say, Ang? Okay. Fellas, I'm gonna go ahead over there. [singing] But don't worry [beatboxes] About a thing 'Cause every little thing [Bernie and Ernie shakes the head no] Is gonna be all right... [gets slapped again]
That's not the way you sing that song, one. [Cut into the Oscar is tossed into Sykes' office and rolls into his desk]
Hey, Sykes! My brother from another mother. What the deezy, baby? [Oscar tries dapping Sykes up, who sighs annoyed at his antics] Show me dat. What's going down? Hey, baby, this is all gravy today. Now snap your fin... Snap it. You're not snapping it...
Hey, don't sweat it. A lot of white fish can't do it.
Oscar, would you just sit down, okay?
I've been going over my markers. You're into me for five grand. 5 G's, okay?
5 Gs? Man, you tripping, 5 Gs.
Oh, yeah? See if [throws unpaid loan documents at Oscar] this refreshes your memory.
That's crazy, look at that. You wrote everything down so you wouldn't forget. This a perfect example of why you're in management, and I'm not. You go, boy.
Look, I have to start paying Don Lino protection, so everything you owe me, you owe him!
How you figure that?
Simple - the food chain! [pulls out chart] You see, on top there's Don Lino, there's me, and there's regular fish.
Oh, that's me!
No. There's plankton, there's single-celled amoebas.
And then me!
I'm getting there, I'm getting there. There's coral, there's rocks, there's whale poo, and then there's you.
That's messed up.
So if Don Lino's squeezing me... he's squeezing you!
What? [the chart suddenly pulls up, catching Sykes in the chin]
Easy, boss. Find a happy place.
Yeah, a happy place!
There is no happy place with him around! [agitated he puffs up; higher pitched] I'm SERIOUS!
AH! All right, look! Just give me another chance-! I-I'm begging you, Sykes please! Please!
All right. [deflates; normally] Because I "like" you, I'm gonna give you 24 hours to pay up.
All of it? How am I supposed to do that?
That's your problem. Bring me 5,000 clams to the racetrack tomorrow, or else.
Or else what?
The boys will explain. [exits his office]
Unpleasant.
