-Alright Frankie, let's chop him up
-Alright.
*Frankie starts to get out of the car*
-Where you goin', where you goin' you dizzy motherfukker you?
-I thought you said to chop him up?
-What the, at Charlie's not here! Where the fukk we're gonna chop him here?
***
*Frankie watches stunned as Tommy kills Stacks*
-The fukk you're lookin' at? Come on, make that coffee to go, let's go.
*Frankie mumbles in Italian, walks torwards the door*
-The fukk you doin'? It's a joke, a joke! Put the fukkin' pot down, what're you gonna take the coffee?