FRANKIE: Hey Gyp, got a minute?
GYP: For you Frankie, always.
FRANKIE: Tommy’s in a little trouble.
GYP: A little?
FRANKIE: Hundred and fifty grand.
GYP: So why isn’t he standing here and talking to me?
FRANKIE: Coz he can’t sing my mother’s eyes like I can.
GYP: You take care of family, Frankie, I like that.