GoodFellas

— Just don't go bustin' my balls, Billy, okay? — Hey, Tommy, if I was gonna break your balls, I'd tell you to go home and get your shine box. Now this kid, this kid was great. They, they used to call him Spitshine Tommy. I swear to God! Now he'd make your shoes look like fuckin' mirrors. 'Scuse my language. He was terrific, he was the best. He made a lot of money, too. Salud, Tommy! — No more shines, Billy. — What? — I said no more shines. Maybe you didn't hear about it, you've been away a long time; they didn't go up there and tell you. I don't shine shoes anymore. — Relax, will ya? You flipped right out, what's got into you? I'm breakin' your balls a little bit, that's all. I'm only kiddin' with ya. — Sometimes you don't sound like you're kidding, you know? There's a lotta people around... — Tommy, I'm only kiddin' with you. We're having a party and I just came home, and I haven't seen you in a long time, and I'm breakin' your balls, and right away you're getting fuckin' fresh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. — I'm sorry too. It's okay. No problem. — Okay, salud... Now go home and get ya fuckin' shinebox!