Goodfellas1990

Tommy:
Just don't go bustin' my balls, Billy, okay?

Billy:
Hey, Tommy, if I was gonna break your balls, I'd tell you to go home and get your shine box. (To his friends) Now this kid, this kid was great. They, they used to call him Spitshine Tommy. I swear to God! Now he'd make your shoes look like f***in' mirrors. 'Scuse my language. He was terrific, he was the best. He made a lot of money, too. Salud, Tommy!

Tommy:
No more shines, Billy.

Billy:
What?

Tommy:
I said no more shines. Maybe you didn't hear about it, you've been away a long time; they didn't go up there and tell you. I don't shine shoes anymore.

Billy:
Relax, will ya? You flipped right out, what's got into you? I'm breakin' your balls a little bit, that's all. I'm only kiddin' with ya.

Tommy:
Sometimes you don't sound like you're kidding, you know? There's a lotta people around...

Billy:
Tommy, I'm only kiddin' with you. We're having a party and I just came home, and I haven't seen you in a long time, and I'm breakin' your balls, and right away you're getting f***in' fresh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you.

Tommy:
I'm sorry too. It's okay. No problem.

Billy:
Okay, salud. (moment of silence as he takes a drink) Now go home and get your f***ing shinebox.

Tommy:
(smashes his glass in anger) Motherfucking mutt! You...you f***ing piece of sh*t...! (Henry and Jimmy restrain him)

Billy:
(taunting) Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on, come on! Come on! Let him go!

Tommy:
Henry, he bought his f***ing button! That fake old tough guy! You bought your f***ing button! Keep that motherf***er here, keep him here! (leaves)