"Badda-Bing, Badda-Bang" Line-by-Line!

VIC: Frankie Eyes. What are you doing in Vegas?

 

FRANKIE: What happened to "Hello, Frankie, long time no see. Make yourself at home. Can I get you anything?" You believe this guy?

 

CICCI: (the muscle) No manners.

 

FRANKIE: Were you born in a barn or something?

 

BASHIR: This gentleman a friend of yours?

 

VIC: We know each other.

 

FRANKIE: We're a long way from South Philly, ain't we, Vic?

 

VIC: So, are you here on business or pleasure?

 

FRANKIE: Let's just say I'm here to stay, while you, Vicky boy, are about to take a powder.

 

VIC: I'm not going anywhere.

 

Frankie: I've got news for you, pal. I just bought this casino. You're history.

 

VIC: You can't fire me. I have a contract.

 

FRANKIE: And you can paper your walls with it. You're finished in this town, Vic.

 

VIC: You're blackballing me?

 

FRANKIE: As of this moment, you couldn't get a job as a singing busboy. Now are you going to walk out of here, or do you have to be carried out? Makes no difference to me.

 

O'BRIEN: Let me handle this. Computer; delete characters Frankie Eyes and I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name.

 

CICCI: Cicci.

 

O'BRIEN: And Cicci from the holosuite's program.

 

(Nothing happens.)
CICCI: What's a holosuites?

 

Frankie: Beats me.