Do we ever go an_here without having six thugs hanging around all the time?

lt's okay. l have Nick the Pig as a friend.

What kind oflife is that? Come on.

Can'tyou see...

what we're becoming, Tony?

We're losers.

We're not winners; we're losers.

Go home. You're stoned.

l'm not stoned; you're stoned.

- Hey, get her outta here. - Come on.

No. No.

l'm not going home with you. [ Sighs ]

l'm not going home with anybody.

l'm going home alone.

l'm leaving you.

[ Patrons Whispering ]

l don't need this shit anymore.

Okay, but l'll walkyou out. l'll take her home in a cab.

Let her go. Let her go, man.

Another Quaalude, she gonna love me again.

Whatyou lookin' at?

You all a bunch offuckin' assholes.

You know why?

You don't have the guts to be whatyou wanna be?

You need people like me.

You need people like me soyou can pointyour fuckin' fingers...

and say, ''That's the bad guy.''

So... what that makeyou?

Good?

You're not good.

Youjust know how to hide--

how to lie.

Me, l don't have that problem.

Me, l always tell the truth.

Even when l lie.

So say good night to the bad guy!

Come on.

The last timeyou gonna see a bad guy like this again, let me tell you.

Come on. Make way for the bad guy.