Mafia Capo Soundboard Edit

Because it's night of 1000 words.

Because it's night.

Because the tires, they match my hair.

For Christ's sake.

Fuck them. Fuck them all.

Good evening, gentlemen.

He stuck my face in a fucking toilet bowl, right?

Hello, can I speak to Mr. Edwards in finance? This is Mr. Sanchez.

I can't use the Mexican accent.

I don't know why they're fucking English.

I don't look like no fucking Mussolini. What the fuck is wrong with you?

I don't need to try shit.

I wore his clothes. What the fuck? You kidding?

I'm not gonna kick the little fucker.

Internet overload?

It did not say what's up, mafia.

Jesus Christ.

Little prick.

Mario, you got a big fucking mouth.

Ohh yeah, you slavens built fucking America.

Shut up.

So she's better at volleyball than she is a basketball.

Stony do you eat hot pockets? But you've had a hot pocket? Just ask him. I've got offended. Tonight I had chicken cutlet and wine sauce with some salad and some Julian potatoes.

Stuck a fucking Golf Club up your?

That's all right. You've got two driveways combined with a fucking landing strip up there.

That's for sure.

That's kippo.

That's why I don't look like that.

The wheel is still spinning, but the fucking hamster is dead.

Those two words should not go together.

Wait.

What the fuck am I, chopped liver?

What the fuck is Chinky knight?

What's the matter with you?

Yeah, he works for John. He takes out his trash.

Yeah, you come charging the net and see what happens to you. Stick a foot in your ass.

You got a big fucking mouth for a little fucking college boy.

You have got to be kidding me.

You look like a fucking serial killer.

You're a dickhead.