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Last Exit to Brooklyn 283: YA CRAZY FUCK I/LL BREAK YA FUCKIN LEGS. VINNIE SHOOK HIS HAND IN MARYS FACE THEN TURNED AWAY AND SLAPPED HIS FOREHEAD, MARONE AME, WHATTA IDIOT [...] YA FUCKIN STUPID. MARONE AME, SHAKING HIS HAND IN FRONT OF HIM. Last Exit to Brooklyn 23: I just didn’t give a shit for anyone honey, let me tell you! Last Exit to Brooklyn 135: [H]e would laugh his evil laugh and tell her, they wouldnt fire me. If they tried that Id have the whole joint on strike and they know it. They cant fuck me around. Last Exit to Brooklyn 240: Throwing garbage out of windows is referred to as airmail. We do not want any airmail from this Project. Last Exit to Brooklyn (1966) 60: Somebody would sneak up behind him [...] and take his hat off and toss it around and Spookd go ape tryin ta get it back. Last Exit to Brooklyn 14: Pretty soon maybe you be drinking it again. Your ass I will. Last Exit to Brooklyn 265: The kids laughed and said up yur ass and ran to the playground. Last Exit to Brooklyn 33: I wont tell them anything Vinnie. You know that. Honestly. Inna pigs ass. Last Exit to Brooklyn 117: He wished to krist he could take the sounds and shove them up her ass. Last Exit to Brooklyn 89: She said her ass was draggin anyway. It was only two weeks or so since she had the kid. Last Exit to Brooklyn 286: Wait till the cops get on her ass, leavin the kids alone like that. Last Exit to Brooklyn 88: Her big lardass was wrigglin and we were pissin in our pants. Last Exit to Brooklyn 291: He selected his brown suit [...] and man, its a sharpass suit. [Ibid.] 294: Abe was a coolass stud. Last Exit to Brooklyn 12: A set a Caddy hubcaps and a bigass aerial in the rear. Last Exit to Brooklyn 191: I mustta put a quart away already. Last Exit to Brooklyn 289: She [...] came out and, smiling, asked Mike how he was doing. Pretty good babe. Last Exit to Brooklyn 127: Following each story with one of his own about how he bagged some dame and threw a fuck intoer. Last Exit to Brooklyn 283: YA SONOFABITCH, YA CUT ALL HIS HAIR OFF. ALL THE NICE CURLS HE HAD, YA CUTEM ALL OFF. HE LOOKS LIKE HES GOTTA BALDY. Last Exit to Brooklyn 256: Why should I break my balls for some Jew for a lousy couple of bucks a week. Last Exit to Brooklyn 16: I’ll break ya balls ya rotten bastard, trying to kick him in the groin. Last Exit to Brooklyn 16: Go tell ya troubles to Jesus and stop breakin my balls. Last Exit to Brooklyn 112: [A] drunken soldier banged out of a booth and said comeon and glasses fell. Last Exit to Brooklyn 99: OK sister, beat it. Last Exit to Brooklyn 119: The fight he saw on TV last Friday where Pete Laughlin beat the shit out of some fuckin nigga. Last Exit to Brooklyn 15: It was a drag of a night, beat for loot, and they flipped their cigarettes out the doors. Last Exit to Brooklyn 109: People knew who she was in Willies. You bet ya sweet ass they did. Last Exit to Brooklyn 41: Just sit, and bitch about the heat like tired johns. Last Exit to Brooklyn 70: Camille felt real bitchy and daring and winked at Sal. Last Exit to Brooklyn 112: She yelled to Jack to comeon and she’d fuckim blind. Last Exit to Brooklyn 286: Try putting some Geritol in his beer. I hear it puts the bone back in.