:17:02
Hope you like these.
:17:04
You better not tell me
you don't.
:17:07
OK.
:17:09
Father Bobby didn't let
that situation rest.
:17:13
I gave on Sunday.
I'm in a rush, OK?
:17:15
John Reilly.
:17:16
Little punk.
:17:18
He got out of line,
so I put him back in line.
:17:20
You put him in the hospital.
:17:22
He's alive, ain't he?
:17:23
Look, if he's smart,
he learned himself a lesson.
:17:25
What are you, about 220? 230?
:17:27
Yeah.
:17:28
You're a big guy.
:17:29
How much you think
John Reilly weighs?
:17:31
80? 85?
:17:32
That's not even a featherweight.
:17:34
If this were a fight,
:17:36
you'd be
way out of your division.
:17:38
Look, it was a slap.
It was nothing.
:17:41
Well, next time,
you'll be meeting me.
:17:44
And I may not be
in your division,
:17:46
but I do weigh
more than 85 pounds,
:17:49
and you won't need
a doctor when I'm done.
:17:51
You'll need a priest...
:17:52
to pray over your body.
:17:58
See you in church.
:18:04
Father Bobby would've
made a good hitman.
:18:07
It's a shame we lost him
to the other side.
:18:11
We were down 7-6
:18:13
in the last inning of
a sewer-to-sewer stickball game
:18:16
against Hector Maldonado
and three of his friends.
:18:18
Come on, baby,
strike this chump out!
:18:21
He got nothing!
:18:22
Shut up!
:18:23
Who's that?
:18:24
His sister.
:18:25
What happened to her?
:18:27
I'm not sure.
:18:29
Some kind of cancer
got in her legs or something.
:18:31
Worry about the game. Come on.
:18:33
Come on, baby,
strike this scum bag out!
:18:35
He can't touch it, baby,
he can't touch it.
:18:37
While you don't got legs,
you got a lot of tongue!
:18:40
This is it. Home run.
:18:42
Oh, easy, Mike.
:18:43
Yeah, baby!
:18:44
What the fuck you looking at,
little dick?!
:18:47
She's nothing but charm.
:18:49
Come on, baby.
:18:51
Take him, Mike.
:18:52
Yeah! I told you
he wasn't shit, baby!
:18:55
Hey, swallow your tongue,
you little gimp bitch!
:18:57
Could've helped her
across the street
:18:58
or bought her an ice-cream,