(upbeat music)
- I made a suggestion to Angelina
that before she gets married she should consider a prenup.
- [Nicole] Mike, what do you think about that?
- Why not? - What, we did have to
(yelling)
- [Paola] What happened?
- When you started talking about the prenup
you started getting nervous.
(laughing)
- On that note
I'm going to get going,
I gotta get home to the babies.
- [Mike] Oh my god, that's right.
- Babies? The 24-year-old.
- Him too.
(laughing)
That baby.
I wish I could stay all night but time's up,
I have to be a mommy.
- [All] Bye!
- [Angelina] I love you.
- [Uncle Nino] Love you, Jenny!
- Poor thing.
- What was the judgment from the judge
with custody of the kids?
- Well he gets the weekends but like, for example,
this week she couldn't do it during the week.
- First they agreed on it and then
he went back on his word
and said, 'No, it has to be the original.'
- But, he waited until she got here to say no.
- So she has to run to the bathroom hysterically crying.
- Uh! - [Nicole] Twice.
- Yeah, so it's been like a real.
- Oh my god.
Nightmare. - Mess.
- All right.
- She's going through it right now.
- Jenny's been there for me
for the past eight months
while going through a divorce.
It is not easy to be positive in a negative situation.
So, now that I'm out,
anywhere that she needs to lean on me
or miss the situation in any way,
you know, we'll be there for her.
You know, I just want my sister to be happy.
- All right, well, this was a great dinner.
- Yeah, this was so great. - Thank you, Paula.
- Thank you, Mom.
- Thank you, Paula.
- This was delicious, we'll help you clean up.
- Anytime. - For sure.
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♪ Yeah ♪
♪ We gon' bring it to the top with this one ♪
- Nice wine, good wine, it makes me happy.
It's like the juice of life.
- I wanted to speak to you outside for a second,
you want to go outside? - Sure, come on.
- From the first day that I entered into prison,
there was a chance that people may have not liked me.
But the day that I got in,
people, they helped me out.
And I have to thank Uncle Nino
for putting a word out for me.
You, you put the word out? - I made a few phone calls.
Everybody's aware.
The Boys will, will, will, will guide you.
They'll guide you.
So uh,
how was it up there?
It was good, it was good?
- Yeah, it was prison.
But listen, while I was in prison,
the fellas really looked out for me.
Tony (bleep), Andy (bleep), okay and Matt (bleep).
They sat me down and I'm telling you,
they told me to tell you,
"Tell Uncle Nino that we looked out for you.
We heard you put out the word
and we looked out for you."
There wasn't a day in prison
that I didn't go without good food.
- Or double the amount?
- Or double the amount.
- That's right. - That's exactly right.
Okay? - Exactly.
That's why we are big boys.
We got it, we got it, we got it, we got it.
- Yeah and listen,
the whole experience was not fun at any particular time,
but I appreciate you putting out the word.
- You're welcome.
- Between the roomies coming to visit me in prison,
to the squad looking out for my wife.
I have friends that are family, okay?
(sniffles)
And that's the most important thing.
- (mumbles) now.
- I'll be honest for a sec,
I only got like a couple words out of that sentence.
- I told you one thing long before you left,
a few weeks before you left.
What I said?
I said (bleep) jobs don't count in jail.
- I've got to say, in jail,
(bleep) jobs don't count in jail.
- What does they say?
- (bleep) jobs don't count.
- Oh, oh (bleep) no, no, no.
- Thought you said you were sick of that criss-cross.
Get any (bleep) jobs?
- No, no, no, no.
What? (bleep) job?
- Nobody approach you?
- No, no, no.
No.
- You didn't get, you didn't give any, no?
- No, no.
There was no giving and no receiving.
No, it wasn't like that, no.
No, no (bleep) jobs happened of any sort.
- That's, I'm good.
- Yeah, I'm good. - I love.
- Thank you, thank you, I appreciate you.
- I love you. - Yeah.
- Say goodbye.
- And I asked him, - Say goodbye.
Did you have it? Did you do?
- Say. - Did you give?
Whatever, who gives a f*ck?
It's all good, goodbye.
- Goodbye, sorry.
(music ends with cymbal bang)
Degenerate.