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Harry: Then, fuck it, we're out of it. Fritzy: That's right. Harry: And, uh, there's the last time you see me do that. Fritzy: What a fuckin' joke. Harry: Then I put it into the bank, ya know, I get a nice eight percent, eight and a half percent. Fritzy: That's right. Harry: Guaranteed. I sleep. Fritzy: That's right. Harry: Fuck this. Fritzy: I had it layin' there. Nice. I had it layin' there. I go take it out, I go put it over here. I can't believe what the fuck I done. Harry: You know something? My, my living, my living, like your living and... Fritzy: Right. Harry: ...everything else is my trade. Fritzy: Yeah. Harry: I make money in printing. Fritzy: That's right. Harry: I'm not supposed to make money on money, ya know that's, that's not my business. Fritzy: Ya know, see what you said? That's where they fool everybody. Harry: Sure. Fritzy: That's where they fool everybody. Harry: What the fuck do they know? Hey, ya, they tell me, "You can double your money." I can make a million dollars if I... Fritzy: A fuckin' bum, a bum. Let's, let's put it this way: A bum makin' 30,000 a year is gonna tell you how to invest, how to make... Harry: Isn't that... Fritzy: ...a million dollars. Get the hell out of here. Go away. Harry: And, and... Fritzy: I could see a guy makin' a coupla million a year tryin' to help me out to make a 100,000 a year. Harry: But, you know Fritzy, the funny thing, ya know, ya know what the funny thing is? This fuckin' guy was like the expert, the this, he handled the money. Fuckin' thing goes downhill, right? Man can't get a fuckin' job. Fritzy: He ain't workin'? Harry: Well, they had to get it for him. Fritzy: They hadda get him a job. Harry: You know, that was me, I would, I, fuck him, I'd give 'em shit. Hey, ya know, ya, ya, ya know how I am in something like this? Ya know, I hired my brother-in-law here three years ago. Fritzy: Yeah. Harry: My wife's brother. Guy was old, 60 years old. Fritzy: Right, right. Harry: His trade is washed up. His business is out. He always made five, six hundred a week... Fritzy: Yeah. Harry: ...and now he makes nothing. Fritzy: Yeah. Harry: So, ya know, ya know, what am I going to do, kill this guy? Fritzy: Nah. So you put 'em somewhere... Harry: [UI] Fritzy: ...keep 'em alive. Right. Harry: I bring him in for 500 a week and he knows nothing. Fritzy: Yeah. | | |
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