"What are they doing, Bunny?"
"Fucking howling at the moon for all I know."
"Which is bupkis. What do we know about being Jewish?"
"All we know is that mom, may she rest in peace, was born Jewish, which according to their law, makes us Jewish, no matter how goyiche we seem."
"At least we know a little Yiddish...That's us, The Yiddish Hitmen from Little Italy."
"Maybe it would've all been different if we had bar mitzvahs. We're like big nothings, we've got nothing to believe in."
"What about the Dodgers?I got my season's tickets."
"And you also paint your face blue for every game. That just makes you another moronic sports fan. I still don't get it. How could you give a shit about a bunch of guys who you never met and who couldn't give a shit if you dropped dead? "
"What do you expect them to do? Go into the stands and introduce themselves to each one of the 70,000 fans?"
"70,000 morons. Sports were invented to be played, not watched."
"What are you talking about? Man was born to watch. We watch everything, make-believe stories and we call them movies, people fucking and we call it porn, they even watch fucking birds for fun."
"'Cause all these yo-yos have nothing better go do. We should be like those guys out there praying to God, believing that there's a purpose to outlives."
"There is: to whack those two turkeys out there. "
"That's history, Bunny. This whole thing wasn't meant to be. We didn't get our traveling expenses, and I don't feel like killing nobody. Let's go home and find God. This is over."
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