Henry: You’re a pisser. Really funny. You’re really funny.
Tommy: What do you mean I’m funny?
Henry: It’s funny. You know, your, uh... your story, it’s funny. You’re a funny guy.
(The others fall silent.)
Tommy: You mean the way I talk? What?
Henry: It’s just... you know... you... it’s... you’re just funny. It’s... funny... you know, the way you tell the story and everything.
Tommy: Funny how? I mean what’s funny about it?
Anthony: Tommy, no, you got it all wrong.
Tommy: Whoa, whoa, Anthony. He’s a big boy. He knows what he said. What’d you say? Funny how?
Henry: Ju... just... you know, you’re... you’re funny.
Tommy: You mean . . . let me understand this, ‘cause I dunno, maybe it’s me, I’m a little fucked up maybe. But I’m funny how? I mean, funny like I’m a clown? I amuse you? I make you laugh? I’m here to fuckin’ amuse you? What do you mean, funny? Funny how? How’m I funny?
Henry: ...Just, you know, how you tell the story. What?
Tommy: No. No. I don’t know. You said it. How do I know? You said I’m funny. (Furiously) How the fuck am I funny? What the fuck is so funny about me? Tell me! Tell me what’s funny!
Henry: Get the fuck outta here Tommy. (Starts to roar with laughter.)
Tommy: You motherfucker. (They all roar.) I almost had ‘im! I almost had ‘im! You stutterin’ prick, ya! Frankie, was he shaking? I wonder about you sometimes, Henry. You may fold under questioning! (Hysterical laughter, Henry wipes tears from his eyes.)