Nothing says "I'm sorry" like money.

Rothstein. Don't make me call you.

[edgarrothstein-blog]

“AR, you won’t mind if I take your lovely friend here out for a drink, will you?” Even if his brother had protested, Edgar would have ignored it. He held his hand out for her to take, grinning in a way that made him feel much younger than he was. “I would love to get to know her.”

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

“No... no, of course not,” Arnold said carefully. The skin was stretched so thinly over his knuckles from clenching them, it hurt to finally relax his hands. “We can continue our conversation later,” he said to Lilith cordially. “In the mean time... please take care of my little brother.”

[theomenofdeath-blog]

“I saw that Carlo fellow you frequently talk about. He’s perfect- just what I had in mind.” she said after waiting for the other men to file out. 

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

“Yes, he... mentioned your visit,” Arnold said evenly, weighing exactly how he wanted to go about this conversation. “I would greatly appreciate if you wouldn’t terrorize my employees. He was rather distraught when I returned. If it’s not too much trouble, of course,” he added with a grin.

[ragingitalianlesbo-blog]

“You’re all dismissed.” Lilith said as she strut across the room and up to the table full of men wearing their fancy suits and drinking their over-priced alcohol. “Arnold and I have business to discuss.”

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

Arnold sighed internally, folding his hands neatly on his desk so as not to look as annoyed as he felt. “Lilith,” he said thickly, cordially, almost too nicely, “Of course. What brings me the pleasure?”

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

“So gentlemen, you see -” Arnold had to pause when the great ornate oak doors of his office came crashing open.

[the-polish-hellfire-blog]

Nevermind. I need to go get back to Igor.

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

Whatever you’ve heard… I doubt there is much truth to it.

[the-polish-hellfire-blog]

Oh, well, Lorenza told me a few interesting things. 

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

Oh? Don’t you and Mrs. DiMatteo talk often? I’m sure you must discuss a lot of interesting things.

[the-polish-hellfire-blog]

I hate all of you shit-holes. Scum. All of you.

So, hot-shot, how’s Carmella? 

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

Touchy. And I haven’t spoken to Mrs. Rovigatti in weeks. Why do you ask?

[the-polish-hellfire-blog]

No, you don’t have to. You have to eat… You have to sleep… You have to have sex… You have to shit every now and then, but you do not need to do anything you’re doing.

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

It’s nice to think that. Perhaps that’s what Lorenza thinks as well. However, the fact of the matter is that Carlo has no education, no training, and no way to procure himself an honest career. If he doesn’t do what he does, he and his children will starve. 

[the-polish-hellfire-blog]

I didn’t kill them- I wasn’t going to risk ruining my new shoes. I simply broke a few bones… they’ll get over it.

No, that’s the reason they’re fighting in the first place. Lorenza doesn’t seem to understand that she got herself into this shit show… by marrying Carlo.

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

Thank goodness I’m a gentleman, then.

Carlo is a good man. I warned Lorenza before they got married that it isn’t an easy life. Sometimes I wish I could’ve given more to my wife, but it is our business, and it’s what we have to do. 

[the-polish-hellfire-blog]

Fucking tubby and Lorenza are fighting again, and these men decided to try and harass me tonight.

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

Men are wont to do that, aren’t they? I’m sure you took good care of them. Did you dispose of the bodies accordingly?

As for Carlo, I suppose I could send him to Chicago for a few days. Let them cool off. 

[the-polish-hellfire-blog]

Basically… fuck off.

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

Those were a lot of words for such a short little phrase. Is something bothering you, darling?

[the-polish-hellfire-blog]

O popatrz kolejny cholerny amerykański Żyd , który mogę nawet spróbować i mówią w moim języku . Pieprz się .

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

I’m not even sure that qualifies as a language.

[the-polish-hellfire-blog]

Mam zamiar zabić wszystkich tych pieprzonych dupków . Jak śmie traktują mnie tak.

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

Come again?

[the-polish-hellfire-blog]

Pop a Bottle || Arnolga

[the-polish-hellfire-blog]

Olga slipped into the limo gliding with ease over the fresh leather seats. Arnold was married, Olga knew that, and Olga didn’t give a rat’s ass. Everyone was so uptight about who was married to who. She wasn’t happy with Igor, and somewhere deep down inside she hoped Arnold was happy with his whore of a wife either. Maybe her and Igor could shack up. The vehicle was nice, but she immediately reached for the stash of alcohol and began chugging it down. “So… why don’t you ever drink, Arny?” she asked with a crooked little smirk.

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

Arnold was always semi-prepared for the question, but it still amused him when it was asked. It befuddled his business partners, and it made Charlie vaguely uncomfortable whenever they went out to dinner. Ol’ Rothstein, not man enough for a scotch. “You see, my dear,” he began, his long fingers tracing a pattern in the frost, remaining aloof as always, “alcohol, throughout history, has acted as means of breaking the ice. It’s almost like breaking bread, sharing a meal. It puts you on a level playing field. Makes you equal.” He paused, savoring his genius. The limo moved surprisingly quickly, darting back and forth between 5th and 6th avenue, headed to the string of apartment buildings he owned on 57th and Broadway; his favorite building he reserved for his showgirls. “In my business, I don’t have equals. I can’t. I must always be above them. That’s the only way to keep them down. So while they drink and drink and eventually expose themselves and their weaknesses, I remain above them, the picture of coolness. It’s good business practice, darling.” 

[carmella-rovigatti-blog]

I suppose I should be thankful for never having been, hm? Visiting Philadelphia has never been at the top of my priorities, but by your words alone… Lets just say I’ll be grateful when I never go. 

Oh, of course. It’s a bit surprising of how fascinated they are with you. For being a Jew, you certainly have quite a following from us prejudiced Italians. 

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

You sound just like Charlie. My father always liked to say that I got along with the ruffians of the world because I’d rejected my family, my religion, and the tradition of my people.

He was right, of course, but it still hurt. 

[carmella-rovigatti-blog]

You wouldn’t believe how many people are surprised by that statement. 

I suppose you could start with being in New York more often. Once you’re here, however… Well, that’s the question, isn’t it? What exactly should we do with the little time we have? You’re my only ebreo friend; I need to show you off.

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

Darling, if I didn’t have to, I would never leave New York. I certainly won’t ever go back to Philadelphia. For such a historical place, it’s quite... filthy. I have Charlie for those sorts of things. And if you think I’m a Jewish staple, you should meet my brother. But I’m an American, sweetheart. And to whom exactly am I being shown off? Your Italian friends?

[carmella-rovigatti-blog]

And for one reason or another you’re in their company more than you are in mine. 

That should be fixed.

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

It would seem the art of class disappears outside of New York. And I completely agree, my dear. Now what can we do to change that?