State of Grace
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:19:01
You'd have to be dead two years first.
:19:07
I'm gonna call Frankie
about taking you on.

:19:11
We'll probably have to
go to Jersey to see him.

:19:14
Jersey? Frankie lives in Jersey?
:19:17
Yeah. What's the fuckin' world coming to?
:19:39
I want to have kids. I just gotta
find the right broad, like Frankie did.

:19:43
She'd let me fuck around on weekends,
and make pancakes before Sunday Mass.

:19:47
- Like Irene, maybe.
- Who's Irene?

:19:49
I spend one night with her, my eyes
are crossed for days. I walk into walls.

:19:53
- I'd like to meet her.
- She's mine.

:19:55
- Uncle Jackie!
- Hey.

:19:58
Hey, hey. Lola, come here.
:20:01
Look what the fuckin' cat dragged in.
:20:03
Nice to see you, Terry.
You remember Maureen?

:20:06
- How you doin'?
- Come on inside. We should talk.

:20:09
- I'm Pat.
- How you doin'?

:20:12
Play with the kids, OK, Jackie?
Teach 'em how to kneel or something.

:20:15
(Jackie) You want to see my gun, hm?
:20:28
Before you began exploiting these
pathetic skanks' addictive personalities,

:20:32
- Where were you?
- A lot of different places.

:20:37
Tell me about one.
:20:40
- Texas.
- No shit?

:20:43
I did my bit with the Corps.
Worked an oiI rig for a while.

:20:47
Spent a couple of years driving
heavy machinery in Oklahoma.

:20:52
Even rode a jackhammer in Milwaukee.
:20:57
You picked some very odd fuckin' places.

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