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Nicky Deuce

Welcome to Bensonhurst

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Nicky Deuce

Welcome to Bensonhurst

- Oh, yeah? - Uh, well, right now, I'm moving boxes and cleaning out the back and stuff, but I'm working my way up. Pretty soon this whole neighborhood will be mine! How you doin'? I'm starving. Let's go fishing. - Fishing? In... in Brooklyn? (Tommy chuckles.) - Watch and learn from the master fisherman. Hoo! All right. Come to Papa. - What if he sees us? - Ah, baldy loves this game. It's like cat and mouse, except the mouse is a sausage. Ooh! Look at that. Mm! Oh, yeah. Now you try. - Oh. OK. Just like that? - Yep. - OK... almost... got it. - Hey, watch your line. You're all over the place, man. Oh! - What the? Hey! Hey! Hey, you kids! What are you doing up there? Come down here! - Sir, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to hook your very realistic-looking hair. - Abort! Abort! - OK. like I was saying, um... Paulie sent us. - This must be Paulie's idea of some sick joke, right? Well, you tell him I don't have it right now, so go have a cupcake, kid. - No, wait, Mr. Eggs, please! - Ugh! - Oh! Oh, man. Oh, man. I-I-I-I am so sorry. Um, ice. You need ice. - Ugh! What are you doing? I don't need any ice. Ugh! Ow! - I don't see any ice. Who doesn't have ice? (sizzling) - Ah! - Hm. (Bobby groaning) - I found some frozen tilapia. How old IS this? Hey, Mr. Eggs, you dropped something. - Ugh! - Oh! Oh, man. Geez, Mr. Eggs, are you OK? Looks like you took a nasty spill. - No, please, please. That's enough, that's enough. Just stay away from me. Here, take it, take it. Just... tell Paulie I'm sorry. It's all there. Count it. It's all there. - Wow, you found it! Uh, are you sure you don't need help? - Please... leave. - OK. - Wait, wait, wait, wait. Just tell me one thing. Who the heck are you? - Oh, I'm, I'm Nichol-- They call me Nicky. Nicky Deuce. - What happened here? Come on, we gotta drop this off. (door slammed shut) - Ugh! In the morning's, I'd shop with Tutti. It was way different than shopping with my mom, 'cause Tutti bought actual food. - Ohhh! - There was a cheese guy... - Ah! - ...and a bread guy. Ah! Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot! A sausage guy. - You look familiar. Have we met before? - Uh, no. No, no, no. I'm new hair--here, here. I'm new here. You're bald. I'd spend the afternoons helping Donna with her math homework, and she'd teach me how to look like I came from the neighborhood. You know, less pleat, more street. - ♪ Beautiful ♪ I've sunshine enough to spread ♪ ♪ It's just like the fella said ♪ ♪ Tell me quick, ain't love a kick ♪ ♪ In the head (laughing) ♪ Like a fella once said ♪ Ain't that a kick in the head ♪ - I'm telling you, Josh, I'm a changed man. - Dude, it's been like five days. - Hot Towel Harry, you've outdone yourself. Sembra buono. - [Who's Hot Towel Harry?] Did you just speak Italian? What the what is going on, Nicholas? - Whoa. It ain't Nicholas no more, I go by Nicky Deuce now. Capiche? - Ugh! - Nicky Deuce? Capiche? Ain't? - (boy): I can't feel my leg! - Bro, you just used a double negative. - OK, I love ya, pal, but I gotta go. Salute. - ♪ Beautiful - Hey. Anybody? I can't... I can't hang up my phone. - ♪ Tell me quick ♪ Ain't love a kick in the head ♪ - Hi, Mr. Borelli. - Hey, girls. - Hey, Frankie. What's up? - How you doin', my man? Good to see ya. That there is Hot Towel Harry's--best straight shave in all of Brooklyn. Over there is Sallie Stitches. Nobody cuts a suit like Sallie Stitches. Hey, uh, Nicholas, does Mario Perrino go to your math camp? - No. A bunch of kids stole some of my stuff when I got here. - No, they didn't. Hey, Perrino! Gimme the jacket! - I found it! - Yeah, guess what else you're about to find? Oh, pleasure to meet you, Nicholas Borelli. Let's go. Come on! Hurry up. Who else? Come on, give it up! Come on! All o' ya, come on! Come on. Gimme that. I see anybody harassing my nephew here, and they got trouble with me. Now beat it! I don't like people messin' with my family. (siren) (vehicles honking) (siren) (fire truck horn) (bicycle bell) (glass shattering) (dog barking) (kids laughing) - Ah! - It's the feds! (kids screaming) - No, that's not-- - Good luck, kid. You're gonna need it. - Please don't leave me here! You can't do that! OK. (man speaking Italian) - What country is this? - (girl): You need help, kid? You look new. - Yeah, you could say tha-- Whoa. - Uh, well, welcome. I'm Donna. - I'm... heh, I'm Nicholas. Borelli the Second. - Nicholas. I like that. Let me give you a five-cent tour of the neighborhood. - Oh, yeah, that'd be... that'd be helpful. - No problem. I hate seein' people look lost. It just makes 'em look stupid. - Yeah. - OK, so, if you're ever hungry, there's only one place to go: Salvino's Pizzeria. It's the greatest slices in Brooklyn, I swear on my mother's life-- and I love my mother. You love your mother? Of course you love your mother- you're Italian. Uh, blazer boy, you might wanna turn around. - My stuff! - Hey, jerks, get lost! (kids laughing) See you around, kid.