– OKAY, LET’S GET THIS THING GOING. EVERYBODY TAKE A SEAT. WE GOT TO HAVE MORE MEETINGS, HOMES, ‘CAUSE I’M TELLING YOU, MAN, WE GOT TO GET ORGANIZED. [sighs] [police sirens in the distance] CARLITO AIN’T GOT A SEAT, MAN. SOMEONE GET HIM A CHAIR. – NO, I’M COOL.
– NO, DUDE, GET HIM A CHAIR, HOMES. – I’M GONNA SIT GANGSTER. – BUT, CARLITO, IT DOESN’T LOOK LIKE IT’S COMFORTABLE, MAN. WHY DON’T YOU JUST SIT IN THE CHAIR? – I NEVER SIT IN NO CHAIR, ESE. MM-MMM. YOU NEVER, EVER GON’ CATCH ME SITTING IN NO CHAIRS.
– HEY, ESE, YOU KNOW THAT THAT’S LOCO, RIGHT? – NO, MAN. [scoffs] – IT’S COOL, CARLITO. NO ONE’S GONNA THINK YOU’RE SOFT IF YOU SIT IN A CHAIR, HOMES. – YEAH, YEAH. – WE’RE ALL SITTING IN CHAIRS. – RIGHT. – BUNCH OF BITCH-ASS CULEROS. – QUE? – I DON’T HAVE NO TIME
TO SIT IN NO [bleep] CHAIR. – OKAY. NOW THAT WE’RE ALL HERE– YOU KNOW WHAT? BUT WHY, THOUGH? LIKE, IT DON’T MAKE NO SENSE FOR YOU TO SET YOURSELF UP WITH A RULE LIKE THAT. – NO, IT’S, LIKE, LIMITING. – YEAH, LIMITING. – LIMITING. – I MEAN, SOMETIMES, PEOPLE SIT IN CHAIRS.
– MAN, [bleep] ALL OF YOU GUYS WITH YOUR BITCH-ASS CHAIRS. [wood cracks] – THERE. – [scoffs] – OKAY, CARLITO, QUIT PLAYING AND SIT IN THE CHAIR, PENDEJO. – NO. – CARLITO, WE HAVE TO HAVE THIS MEETING NOW, ESE. GET UP! – I’M GOOD RIGHT HERE, MAN. – YOU KNOW– – I’M CHILLING.
GO AHEAD WITH YOUR MEETING. – OKAY, BUT YOU KNOW IT’S GOING TO BE WEIRD. YOU DON’T CARE THAT IT’S GOING TO BE WEIRD? – WEIRD FOR YOU, MAYBE. – HE DOESN’T CARE. OKAY. OKAY, HOMIES, SO THIS IS WHAT WE HAVE TO DO, LIKE, WE GOT TO SELL MORE DRUGS…
– [groaning] – AND WE GOT TO MAKE MORE CRIMES HAPPEN. ROBERTO, WHERE ARE WE– – [groaning] – CARLITO, YOU’RE BLEEDING, ESE! – [grunts] WHO CARES, MAN? [winces] – YO, WHOA! YOU JUST GOT SHANKED, MAN! WE GOT TO PULL THAT OUT! – LEAVE IT! I’M CHILLING, HOMES. I DON’T CARE ABOUT THAT STUPID SHANK.
[groaning] [exhales] – CARLITO. CARLITO, WAKE UP, MAN! [radio chatter] – HEY, DON’T EVEN BOTHER, ESE. – WHAT? [screams] OH, DIOS MIO! – I DON’T NEED THOSE DEFIBRILLATORS. I DON’T EVEN WANT TO COME BACK TO LIFE, HOMES. – CARLITO, GO BACK INTO YOUR BODY. – MY BODY’S STUPID, HOMES. – WHAT?
– I’M FINE RIGHT HERE ON THE SPIRIT PLANE. LIFE IS FOR PUSSIES. [heavenly singing] – CARLITO. CARLITO, GO TO THE LIGHT. – NAH, I’M GOOD, MAN. – CARLITO, THAT’S HEAVEN, MAN. – I DON’T NEED TO GO TO HEAVEN, HOMES. HEAVEN IS FOR PUSSIES. – OH, BOY.
source
