The mobster: I know guys. Guys know me. I put money on the street, people know to pay me back on time as a rule. They call me "Frank The Money Store." You hear of me? The cop: No. The mobster: I suppose that's good. Although my therapist says I crave recognition more than accomplishment. Maybe that's why I do stand-up. I own the club. What do you think of my act? The cop: I heard two Buddy Hackett jokes, a Pat Cooper, and a half a Lenny Bruce. I was watching you and it's all shooting out at people. Sometimes you should aim in. Make a joke at your own expense. Otherwise it looks, kind of like... It comes off kind of hostile, you know what I mean? The mobster: Don't ever lie to me, disrespect me, underestimate me. If you do, your life becomes a raging sea. But come to me like a man, come to me eyes open, head up, hand out, then I become more than a friend, more than a shoulder. I become the expediter of your dreams. The cop: That's beautiful.
