It's Chuck!

- Where's Rocco?
- Rocco sent me.
- You're not Rocco.
- No, he sent me.  I'm Chuck.
- You're not Chuck—I'm Chuck.
- Okay...
- What should I call you?
- Then I'm George.
- That's right.  I don't call nobody else Chuck.  Sit down.  Where's Rocco?
- Rocco sent me.
- I understand that.  Quit repeating yourself; you look like a fool.  I asked where is he?
- He couldn't make it.  He sent—
- I said don't do that.
- But that's all he—
- So you don't know where he is.  Just say that.  
- All right.
- Otherwise, you'll look like a—
- Fool, I know—
- Did I say that?  You gonna finish my sentences now?  You got an attitude problem, you know that?
- Yea, they—
- Don't answer—I'm not done talking; otherwise you'll like a fool.  Listen, me and Rocco had an arrangement.  You, I don't know.
- I'm someone you can trust.
- What is this, a movie?  I don't trust nobody.  Look, I'm looking to move 50 kilos of drugs.  Rocco says he knows the people.  I need someone I can trust.
- That's why he sent me.
- You, I don't know you.  You can't even tell me your real name.
- It's George.
- You're damn right; I'm the only Chuck around here.  What makes you think I'm going to trust you to come back with my money?
- Chuck, it's no problem— 
- All I got are problems.
- You got nothing to worry about; it's all been taken care of.
- Yea, how so?  Hurry up and answer—I gotta hit the can.  My prostate's the size of a gorgeous ocean.
- I have all the people lined up.
- Who are all these people—hold it, the beauty of my sea waits for no man.  If there's a call, you answer, "Chuck Here Loaning You Money, Hold Please," and cover the mouthpiece with your hand so they don't hear me tinkle.  
- Nice setup.
- Don't make jokes; it doesn't suit you.  And You hold it... All right, I'm back—What's a matter, you don't get up when someone sits down?
- Oh, I—
- Don't answer; it was a joke.  I was showing you how a real man jokes.  Listen, who are these people?  
- They're just my people—you can trust them.
- I'm going to trust them with 50 cartons of cigarettes?
- I thought it was drugs.
- What's it matter?  He's just going to edit it.
- I can vouch for them.
- Yea, and where are the vouchers?  Don't answer; it's an industry joke.  Hey, who's going to vouch for you if your boys turn out to be gutter rats?
- You mean, stool pigeons?
- What are you, reading a script?  
- You don't have to worry about my boys—we got no rat finks in our crew.  Chuck, we've done this hundreds of times.  You got nothing to worry about.  
- You got a plane?
- No, why would we need a plane?  We're driving to Santa Clarita.
- Thought I saw it parked out there.
- Outside of your office?
- No, inside of my gorgeous prostate.  Listen, kid, you ain't got the chops for comedy.
- So are you comfortable with this?
- I don't know, is it long enough?
- Eh.
- I haven't felt comfortable since I half-shot my landing.  I gotta change my pants.  Press the speaker button if a call comes on.
- There's those that make it, and those that just get through.
- Don't joke; it doesn't suit you.

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