[Twilight. The sound of an accordion drifts through tenement streets. A voice is heard from somewhere around the corner.]
MA. Ant’ny! Aaaaant’ny!
MR. DiSIPIO. Paulie — get ya bruddah. Your muddah’s callin’ ’im.
MA. Aaaaaaaaant’ny!
PAULIE. MAAAAAAAAAA. WHADDAYA WAAANT?
MA. Paulie! Tell your bruddah Ant’ny! His face is gonna dry up and it’s gonna look like a ginger root!
PAULIE. WHAAA? Ma, whadda you talkin’ about?
MA. Paulie shaddup and listen! Your bruddah! He’s bein’ pursued by the forces of darkness, who have inexplicably singled out Mulberry Street here in 1920 to enter the realm of the livin’! They got no motivation ’cept evil! Way they do it is, first you get the message sayin’ how you’re gonna get it, and then you get it! And this is how they said Ant’ny’s gonna get it!
PAULIE. Ma, that’s crazy!
MA. Paulie shaddup and don’t interrupt your muddah! Your bruddah Ant’ny! His face is gonna dry up and look like a ginger root! And then his skull is gonna implode and he’s gonna walk around like a headless zombie!
PAULIE. Ma, that’s disgusting!
MA. Paulie shaddup! Tell your bruddah he’s gotta banish the sleep demons back to da netherworld if he wants his face to stay on like normal! And we all know that ain’t no movie star face to begin with! I swear they switched ’im on me at the hospital! Madonn’!
MR. DiSIPIO. I can’t hear myself think out here!
PAULIE. Ma!
MA. Paulie! Tell Ant’ny I’m makin’ meatballs, just the way he likes ’em! I need green peppers and some more tomatoes! Make sure you smell the peppers before you buy ’em!
PAULIE. All right, all right! Jeez, ma. AAAAAAAAANT’NYYYY! AAAAAAANT’NYYY! C’MAAAAAAHN!
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