I'm gonna say a few things.
I'm gonna say some bad words.
And you're just gonna have to deal with it.
Now I know what you're thinking, you're thinking
I clipped your uncle.
Now on one hand, you'd be a shit-head
to believe me when I told you I didn't do it.
But I didn't.
And I got some bad news for you, look at me.
Look at me.
-Your uncle was a rat. -No fucking way!
Sit down. Sit down, sit the fuck down.
You uncle was a rat, and now he's in
the witness-protection program.
That's my father's brother you're talking about.
Jackie... I'm a member of your family almost.
You think I'm the only one that knows this about Richie?
You ask anybody. This hurt all of us.
Jesus Christ.
Your dad and me, you know how close we were?
He never wanted this for you.
He wanted you to be a doctor.
Give me a fucking break.
Let me tell you something, besides the money,
which there's a shit-load of, doctor's a very powerful
-position. -I'm no doctor.
You know how hard you have to work to get your M.D.?
How many years it takes? I was even thinking
maybe Osteopathy. But I don't think I have
the grades for that, even.
Well you're not gonna drop out of Rutgers are you?
No.
But those fucking pre-med courses almost killed me.
I only did it 'cause my dad was sick.
But you should know, he never wanted
this life for you.
And I'll tell you something, I don't want it
for my son either.
QUARTERBACK: Hut!
Go, dig, come on! Let's go! I want to see you hit him!
Get off the ball, get off the ball!
(INDISTINCT)
Fourth and three and this
With that offensive line?
Why is my kid still sitting on the bench?
Coach Goodwin will let him in. Freshman rules,
they all get to play in one quarter.
Pucillo, in for Sposato.
Hey, Pucillo played already, put my kid in!
It's the rules.
(GRUNTING)
I told you they wouldn't make it.
Are you fucking crazy, ref?! Are you fucking crazy?!
What? What did you say?
No, come here and say that to me!
Romano, periodontist.
ROMANO: If I get my hands on you, I'll rip your fucking heart out!
Look, Anthony's going in.
-All right, Anthony! -Anthony!
(OVERLAPPING CLAMOR)
PLAYER: Okay, defense, 41 stack.
Stick him, baby! Put 'em up!
-Fumble! -Fumble!
(CROWD CHEERS)
(WHISTLE BLOWING, GROWS MORE FAINT)
REFEREE: (SLOW-MOTION) Red ball!
(CHEERS IN SLOW MOTION)
Yeah! It's A.J. yeah! Good job, A.J.!
COACH: Hey, good job, good job. Yeah!
Hey. Hey! That's my son.
You got a nose for the ball, A.J., that can't be taught.
Now, the defensive lineman, you gotta have leverage,
and you gotta have footwork. I remember staying
after practice every day hitting that sled
'til my shoulder was raw. But then you gotta
reward yourself. So I'm gonna take you
to Stewart's and I'm gonna buy you some dogs.
I just want to go home.
You should be riding high after what you did
on the field today, come on!
Want to play some Nintendo? You and me?
When you gonna throw that freaking thing
-out the freaking window? -Why?
Fine. Play Nintendo.
Okay. Let's go to Stewart's.
-Yeah? -Yeah.