Day 1
I did like you aksed last night, Pretty Boy, Laidley swims wit da fishes. You better get another coach. So who’s your guy?
I’m free tomorrow afternoon so let’s schedule a meeting to discuss who we want to sit on our coaching sub-committee. I’m thinking we sound out Robert Walls.
Is that your guy…..?
No, no Tony. Ha, ha, ha. We need to establish if we want him on our selection committee that’s all.
Look, Pretty Boy, I ain’t got all day. You sound like my wife. Ooh, Tony, let’s join the PTA. Ooh, Tony, we can do something together, ooh Tony, it’ll be so good…Tell me your guy and I’ll send one of the boys to make him an offer. He won't be able to refuse, bada-bing-bada-boom, you got yourself a coach. Just tell me da name of da guy, already.
Well, we won’t know who the best man for the job is unless we go through the process and tick all the boxes.
Stop breaking my balls, Pretty Boy. Just tell me your guy.
Let’s make a short-list.
Finally, we’re getting somewhere. You want to write it down? I’ll aks my secretary. Hey, Silvio, bring me a pencil and a couple of those serviettes from the club. What Christmas pattern? Do I look like someone who wants the ones with the Christmas pattern? You’re a Christmas pattern!
So who’s on your short-list, Pretty Boy?
I’ll start with the experienced former coaches who might be interested. We probably can’t afford any of them but it’s a good place to start. Let’s see, Kevin Sheedy, Leigh Matthews, Denis Pagan, Gary Ayres…
You’re killing me here, Pretty Boy. Who was that guy again?
Which guy?
That guy.
The first guy?
Naw, the other guy.
Denis Pagan?
Naw, naw, the other guy.
Leigh Matthews?
That’s the guy. Now we’re cooking. Lemme talk to him. I gotta go now, the double act at the Bada Bing is about to start. Talk to you tomorrow.
Day 2
Pretty Boy, you better forget about that Matthews guy wit the Nancy first name. He won’t be coaching no football teams no more. I heard from a reliable source he turned witness to the FBI and they put him in the Witness Protection Program. Forget about it. He aint your guy no more.
Ahem..who else is your guy?
Well. I put a lot of thought into this last night and I think we should approach Nathan Buckley.
Hey, Christopharrrrrr, get that hundred-dollar bill out of your nose and send a dozen red roses and a case of Grange Hermitage to this Buckley guy. Make sure that Ralphy Cifaretto and Furio deliver them wit the personal touch. You know what I mean.
Gotta go, Pretty Boy. I gotta appointment wit my shr…..wit my….associate.
Day 3
Pretty Boy, you got a problem, a big problem. That Buckley guy, turns out he’s still one of Johnny Sack’s boys. Who knew? Now, I got no problem upsetting people, it goes wit the territory in my line of business but I gotta tell you, Johnny Sack was pretty mad wit choo on account of this. Lucky for you, I used my powers of persuasion to calm him down. The upshot is, you ain't getting no Buckley, but you get to keep your Pretty Boy looks and you got nuttin broken, so quit while you're ahead. By the way, my friend Heche from Sydney called. He said to give you this message: "If anyone sends roses and Grange to Longmire, you'll end up wit da horses' head and the horses' ass in your bed. " Mi capisce?
There's just one more thing: you gotta take this one guy who Johnny don't want no more now that he had to bump Buckley up to Leuitenant. Apparently, he's a very good earner, this guy.
It’s a fair deal, I recommend you take it. So do Paulie, Furio and Christopharrrr here. Waddaya say? Now I gotta go, Carmela and me have a PTA meeting tonight. Tanti auguri, Pretty Boy! Enjoy!
I did like you aksed last night, Pretty Boy, Laidley swims wit da fishes. You better get another coach. So who’s your guy?
I’m free tomorrow afternoon so let’s schedule a meeting to discuss who we want to sit on our coaching sub-committee. I’m thinking we sound out Robert Walls.
Is that your guy…..?
No, no Tony. Ha, ha, ha. We need to establish if we want him on our selection committee that’s all.
Look, Pretty Boy, I ain’t got all day. You sound like my wife. Ooh, Tony, let’s join the PTA. Ooh, Tony, we can do something together, ooh Tony, it’ll be so good…Tell me your guy and I’ll send one of the boys to make him an offer. He won't be able to refuse, bada-bing-bada-boom, you got yourself a coach. Just tell me da name of da guy, already.
Well, we won’t know who the best man for the job is unless we go through the process and tick all the boxes.
Stop breaking my balls, Pretty Boy. Just tell me your guy.
Let’s make a short-list.
Finally, we’re getting somewhere. You want to write it down? I’ll aks my secretary. Hey, Silvio, bring me a pencil and a couple of those serviettes from the club. What Christmas pattern? Do I look like someone who wants the ones with the Christmas pattern? You’re a Christmas pattern!
So who’s on your short-list, Pretty Boy?
I’ll start with the experienced former coaches who might be interested. We probably can’t afford any of them but it’s a good place to start. Let’s see, Kevin Sheedy, Leigh Matthews, Denis Pagan, Gary Ayres…
You’re killing me here, Pretty Boy. Who was that guy again?
Which guy?
That guy.
The first guy?
Naw, the other guy.
Denis Pagan?
Naw, naw, the other guy.
Leigh Matthews?
That’s the guy. Now we’re cooking. Lemme talk to him. I gotta go now, the double act at the Bada Bing is about to start. Talk to you tomorrow.
Day 2
Pretty Boy, you better forget about that Matthews guy wit the Nancy first name. He won’t be coaching no football teams no more. I heard from a reliable source he turned witness to the FBI and they put him in the Witness Protection Program. Forget about it. He aint your guy no more.
Ahem..who else is your guy?
Well. I put a lot of thought into this last night and I think we should approach Nathan Buckley.
Hey, Christopharrrrrr, get that hundred-dollar bill out of your nose and send a dozen red roses and a case of Grange Hermitage to this Buckley guy. Make sure that Ralphy Cifaretto and Furio deliver them wit the personal touch. You know what I mean.
Gotta go, Pretty Boy. I gotta appointment wit my shr…..wit my….associate.
Day 3
Pretty Boy, you got a problem, a big problem. That Buckley guy, turns out he’s still one of Johnny Sack’s boys. Who knew? Now, I got no problem upsetting people, it goes wit the territory in my line of business but I gotta tell you, Johnny Sack was pretty mad wit choo on account of this. Lucky for you, I used my powers of persuasion to calm him down. The upshot is, you ain't getting no Buckley, but you get to keep your Pretty Boy looks and you got nuttin broken, so quit while you're ahead. By the way, my friend Heche from Sydney called. He said to give you this message: "If anyone sends roses and Grange to Longmire, you'll end up wit da horses' head and the horses' ass in your bed. " Mi capisce?
There's just one more thing: you gotta take this one guy who Johnny don't want no more now that he had to bump Buckley up to Leuitenant. Apparently, he's a very good earner, this guy.
It’s a fair deal, I recommend you take it. So do Paulie, Furio and Christopharrrr here. Waddaya say? Now I gotta go, Carmela and me have a PTA meeting tonight. Tanti auguri, Pretty Boy! Enjoy!
