[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]

Nevermind. I need to go get back to Igor.

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

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

[the-polish-hellfire-blog]

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

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

[the-polish-hellfire-blog]

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

So, hot-shot, how’s Carmella? 

[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]

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]

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]

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]

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

[the-polish-hellfire-blog]

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

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

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

[the-polish-hellfire-blog]

Basically... fuck off.

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

Come again?

[the-polish-hellfire-blog]

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

[the-polish-hellfire-blog]

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

[the-polish-hellfire-blog]

Pop a Bottle || Arnolga

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

Arnold tucked his hat in the crook of his arm, slipping a twenty to the chauffeur, whose dazzled eyes anointed the “Brain” with a most sanctimonious gaze. He had meant to hold the door for her — after all, he was a gentleman, and that’s what gentlemen did — but she had beaten him to it; he had no choice but to slide in next to her, leaving enough space between them so as not to seem suspicious.

He wasn’t entirely sure of his intentions, and for him, that was an alien feeling. Everything he did was calculated, planned; he was meticulous in his gambles. But there were some bets he could not resist making, and it wasn’t as if they hadn’t done this before. It had been years, but they had touched. He supposed that now, both of them married, albeit rather unhappily, the idea of sentiment absolved them of their soon-to-be crime.

[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.

[the-polish-hellfire-blog]

Pop a Bottle || Arnolga

 Olga watched the limo pull up. She wasn't exactly sure what was to come of the night, but she was going to throw her feet up and drink a bit with an old friend. It wasn't like her husband would do anything to help calm her nerves- he couldn't even pronounce nerves. Maybe, just maybe, she felt something for him. No, that would be absolutely absurd and completely tasteless. 

  She looked over at Arnold before walking up to the limo opening the door for herself.

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

I wouldn’t say that. But I am absolutely sure I have something that will peak your interest. I’m a bit of a connoisseur of fine drinks, and I have a marvelous selection. Quite an expansive wine cellar. I’m sure you’ll find something to your tastes.

Well, don’t you suppose it’s time he learned?

[the-polish-hellfire-blog]

Then, yes, I would like to join you for a drink, Arnold.

He is incapable of it. He is incapable of a lot of things.

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

That is true. Neither am I. Per chance, would you like to join me for a drink in my penthouse? My wife has decided to remain in Long Island for the weekend.

I don’t drink, of course, but I have a good variety. And your husband sounds dreadful. You should move on.

[the-polish-hellfire-blog]

Would I like to go back to your penthouse for a drink? I guess that's something a lot of women dream about, huh? Maybe I will, but only if you have something I like.

He would be lost without me- he neither reads or speaks English.

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

I am generally misanthropic, but I will consent that I enjoy your company. I don’t enjoy the company of many.

Only want me for my money, hm? Smart girl.

[the-polish-hellfire-blog]

I'm not like many other people.

Well, I enjoy you for other things, but your money is nice. Something my husband will never have.

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

Bother you? Now why would I do that? I like to think I’m rather pleasant. Certainly much more pleasant than most of my associates. Or anyone in the business, really. You don’t get to be where I am without charm.

[the-polish-hellfire-blog]

I'm Polish- we don't fall for charm.

I like you because you're not as brutal as the other men I know. That, and you buy me things- so that always helps a bit.

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

They have an truly delightful chicken sandwich on rye. I once ordered twelve chicken sandwiches, two jars of pickles, and eight gallons of milk and had them delivered to a woman who had complained to room service. Made sure she got the bill too.

[the-polish-hellfire-blog]

You're such an asshole, but perhaps that's why I'm drawn to you. I guess that also makes sense for me being friends with Lorenza also, but even she cares too much for my liking sometimes. Maybe I just find you exciting, Arnold, but you also bother me a lot of the time.

[arnold-thebrain-blog]

Of course, I’m an absolute joy. Why would you want to waste time with any other Jew in town?

[the-polish-hellfire-blog]

So what are you going to get?