Monday, 30 August 2010

Genius: there's no other word for it - Part XXXXXIX

This has been copied by South Park, Peanuts, The Simpsons, Family Guy... I read somewhere that Joe Pesci started ad libbing, and the rest of the scene evolved from there. Whatever the truth of the matter, it's one of the most memorable scenes from recent cinema:

Unfortunately, the megalomaniacs at Warner apparently requested embedding to be disabled on all the other YouTube versions of this scene, and this one doesn't include Pesci's "funny story," as well as having all the expletives bleeped out, leaving precious little dialogue!

I'll tell you what: here's the transcript...

TOMMY: What's really funny was that fucking bank job in Secaucus. I'm in the weeds lying down.

He said, "What are you doing?" I said, "Resting." Here? In the weeds? I'm resting!

They pull me in, start asking questions. You know, this and that. "What are you going to tell us?" I said, "My usual. Nothing. Why tell you?" The fuck. He says, "No, you'll tell me something today." I said, "Okay, go fuck your mother."

You saw the paper. My head was out like this [indicates massive bruising]. I'm coming around and who do I see in front of me? This prick again. He says, "What do you want to tell me now?" I said, "What are you doing here? I said to go fuck your mother."

I thought he'd shit. The fuckers. I wish I was big just once.

HENRY: Funny. You're really funny.

TOMMY: What do you mean?

HENRY: It's funny, you know. It's a good story. You're a funny guy.

TOMMY: You mean the way I talk? What?

HENRY: It's just, you know. You're just funny. You know, the way you tell the story.

TOMMY: Funny how? What's funny about it?

ANTHONY: You got it all wrong.

TOMMY: He's a big boy. He knows what he said. Funny, how?

HENRY: Just, you know. You're funny.

TOMMY: Let me understand this. Maybe I'm a little fucked up. But I'm funny how? Funny like a clown? I amuse you? I make you laugh? I'm here to fucking amuse you? What do you mean, funny? How am I funny?

HENRY: You know, how you tell a story.

TOMMY: I don't know. You said it. You said I'm funny. How am I funny? What the fuck is so funny about me? Tell me what's funny.

HENRY: [Long pause while Henry assesses the situation] Get the fuck out of here, Tommy.

TOMMY: Motherfucker! I almost had him. You stuttering prick, you. Frankie, was he shaking? I wonder about you sometimes, Henry. You may fold under questioning.


Ana said...

I don't understand why they do it. The let you publish the video and the next day you have something edited or they leave that sympathetic warning that due to copyright issues the video is no longer available...
I was missing your "Genius: there's no other word for it -"
Can't hardly wait for Part XXXXXIIXX
I love you Matt!

Radagast said...

Ana: For some reason, that's reminded me of something my counsellor said to me (years ago, when I thought that a counsellor could counsel me better than I could!). He said "I think you're a brilliant person," or something to that effect. Trouble was, he never explained why he thought that, if indeed he genuinely thought that, and wasn't just saying it because he thought that I'd start treating him as if he was brilliant, by reciprocation. If he thought that, then he was a dolt - my system doesn't work like that, and the tiniest scrutiny would have revealed that to him.

He understood that it had something to do with words, and mirroring, but beyond that the thing was a mystery to him, and because he couldn't be honest with me, it will continue to be a mystery to him. Perhaps he thought I was a savant, who didn't understand what I was doing, and only gifted individuals such as him could divine it. What a twat! He only ever saw himself, which is the ultimate defence - he wasn't even the first person to pretend to like me, in order to steal ideas.

Anyway, now I've got that off my chest!.. It's a sad thing, Ana, but I can't take your words at face value, because I'm so used to people using deceit to steal from me.


Ana said...

I don't know what to say Matt.
I only don't feel like stealing anything from you.
I have my own universe and I'm very proud of it.
I like expressing my admiration, that's all.
I was lucky not th have found a therapist that showed any judgment and that is the way I trust them.

Ana said...

This is part of my universe. Ad it will reach 100.000 visitors.
I don't know why because I don't write what I acquired. I show what I feel acquiring it.
and I'm very glad to have been able to talk to people instead of a bunc of academicians that know only one subject and have the nose in the air to hide what they don't know.
I'm not a very good actress. Cannot pretend I like when I dislike and the contrary.
And you have hurt my dignity by telling me that I would be kissing your ass to steal from you.
Maybe yo thought that when I invited you to co-author Hella Heaven I was wanting your precious talent to be added to the blog.
No. This is not me. You really don't know me.
But, please, don't ever question my integrity and dignity.
I'm very sorry but I will stay a few weeks without coming here.
As a matter of fact I don't visit blogs very often.
Internet show it's ugly head.

Radagast said...

Ana: I wasn't questioning your integrity, or anything else. I do not have anybody, not even family, who regards me above all else. Not one person who thinks that I'm the best person they've ever met, and will defend me if need be, no matter what. And yet, apparently, I am supposed to think that of others? I don't see how that arrangement can possibly work.

This is not a sob story, Ana, it's a fact. I know what my value is, and I know that nobody wishes to pay a red cent for it. I understand how the world is constructed, and I understand the consequence of that construction. I have been treated very badly, by my estimation, and that experience requires me to be careful, because I do not wish to be plunged into those memories, unsuspecting.

In this, those that I have known have succeeded in reducing me to their level. Good for them. There are those who would label this "paranoia". I regard it as prudent, and I'm not about to apologize for it.