"Yeah, yeah. O.K. I hear what you're sayin'. Stones, but dig, the whole fuckin' world's like that, man. I mean check out the sickos who come in here, the six-foot-eight jobs wit' the peachpuff this an' the peter pan that, I mean, everybody's out to lunch, you know? The whole fuckin' Bronx is like a combination open-air loony bin an' Red Cross disaster tent, right? Your family ain't so special. It sounds to me like you're scared a doin' what you want, an' I know what you want, baby, you want that hospital, an' I agree wit' everything you're sayin' except the conclusion, an' you can jerk off this one, an' jerk off that one, an' you can jerk off me, but don't fuckin'jerk off yourself, sweetheart, 'cause twenty years from now you're gonna wind up just like yer old man with your fuckin' putz in your hand hanging outside some bar in Yonkers, married to some bitch with a heart like a piece a coal, and a kid for a punching bag, O.K.? You see that now, man, an' if I was you I'd fuckin' run the other way, but you're talkin' about divin' in an' savin' everybody. You ain't savin' shit, there's sharks in them waters an' you're gonna get eaten. Don't worry about Albert, he'll sink or swim on his own. You're just usin' him as an excuse, you don't have to sit on his head to look out for him. If you wanna split, you split. You just worry about your own ass. 'Cause I see it, baby, they're starting to nibble you to death right now. You talk about love. Your fuckin' Uncle Chubby loves you so much, he loved you right outta what coulda been something very tight with a very heavy person."

"Who?"

"Annette."

"Annette! She's a fuckin' pump!"