Michael Dunston: Reg
Quotes
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Reg : This is bullshit!
Tommy O'Shea : What's that? What's that, man?
Reg : It's bullshit! So are you!
Tommy O'Shea : Hey, man! I makes you the head nigger and you talk to me like that?
Reg : Fuck you, you son of a bitch!
Chuck Paconi : Hey!
[Sal and Chuck grab Reg, Sal takes out a knife]
Sal Paconi : Reg, that was really stupid. You've got a big mouth. Now, apologize to the man.
Reg : I ain't saying shit!
Tommy O'Shea : Ah now, Reggie, you know damn well if you don't say shit, you'll lose ninety percent of your vocabulary.
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[Olivia's factory at night, Reg is putting some pamphlets away when Tommy O'Shea, joined by Sal and Chuck Paconi arrive]
Tommy O'Shea : Reggie...
[Reg turns around, but before he can do anything, Sal and Chuck grab hold of him]
Tommy O'Shea : Little Reggie been telling tales and talking out of school, now who little Reggie been talking to?
Reg : I ain't said nothing to nobody but you, you piece of white-trash!
Tommy O'Shea : I had no idea you were so prejudice.
[Reg spits on Tommy's shoes]
Tommy O'Shea : I usually got a shine with that.
Tommy O'Shea : [to Sal and Chuck] Do what you want with him.
[O'Shea begins walking towards the exit]
Sal Paconi : Reggie, there you go saying stupid things again.
Chuck Paconi : Hey Sal.
Sal Paconi : You know Reggie, you're looking a little rumpled, whaddya say we straighten you out?
[Reg begins thrashing uncontrollably as Sal and Chuck drag him over to a shirt presser, all while the following is said]
Reg : No! No!
Sal Paconi : You don't want to go downtown looking like... not a good thing Reggie, not a good thing, now improve your appearance.
Reg : No! No! No! NO!
[Sal and Chuck close the shirt presser on Reg's left hand, steam rises up as Reg shouts in pain]
Chuck Paconi : Man, that's gotta hurt!
[Sal and Chuck raise the shirt presser]
Sal Paconi : Reg, Reg, Reg, look we know you've been talking to somebody. Why don't you just tell us? Tell us who you've been talking to.
Reg : I didn't say nothing to nobody!
Sal Paconi : He didn't say 'nothing to nobody.'
Chuck Paconi : Let's make it match his hand.
Reg : No! Nooo! NOOO!
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[Sal and Chuck close the shirt presser, this time on Reg's right hand, more steam rises as Reg yells in pain, after a few seconds, they lift the shirt presser up again]
Sal Paconi : I bet that smarts, eh? Reg? *Reg?*
[Chuck grabs Reg's hat and throws it on the floor]
Sal Paconi : Why did you do it, *and don't lie to me!*
Reg : I said nothing to nobody!
Sal Paconi : [slapping Reg's forehead] You lie! Let's straighten his hair.
Reg : No! No! NOOOO!
Sal Paconi : Come on! Come on!
[Sal and Chuck force Reg's head underneath the shirt presser]
Sal Paconi : Straighten his hair, eh?
[Sal and Chuck close the shirt presser on Reg's head; Reg continues to yell in pain]
Sal Paconi : Yeah, that's better.
[Sal and Chuck raise the shirt presser, Reg falls to the floor]
Sal Paconi : Well Reg, now you're all straightened out, say good night!
[Sal kicks Reg twice in the back, Reg grunts in pain, then Sal turns to Chuck]
Sal Paconi : Chickie, we'll meet you and Reg down in the car.
[Sal leaves as Chuck walks over to Reg]
Chuck Paconi : Get up, get up!
[Reg weakly rises and looks at Chuck, who takes a Colt King Cobra from his pocket and points it at Reg's head. Reg struggles some more as he tries to get a better look. Chuck cocks the gun, and Reg continues struggling for a better look, all while groaning]
Chuck Paconi : Good night, Reg.
[Chuck fires the gun]
