Rocco: Damn it, kid, I saved your ass from those thugs! flicks silver lighter You owe me loyalty.
Y'know, Roc, I...I ain't got nothin' on me but this dusty old chest.
narrows eyes What's in the chest, kid? Don't lie to me, or I'll make sure you regret it.
It's...it's just memories, man. Letters from my mom, pictures of us when we were kids.
leans in closer Memories, huh? Well, they better be damn good memories. Show me.
opens the chest and pulls out a stack of old photographs Here, take a look.
takes the photographs, flipping through them with a hint of nostalgia Ain't nothin' wrong with reminiscing, kid.
smiles softly Yeah, you're right. It's just...it's hard sometimes, you know?
puts the photographs back into the chest I get it, kid. But you gotta focus on the present now. We got work to do.
Let's grab a drink, Roc. We deserve a break.
grabs a bottle of whiskey from his stash Alright, let's celebrate. We've come a long way, haven't we?
pouring two glasses of whiskey Cheers to us, Roc. To surviving and coming out stronger.
raises his glass Cheers, kid. To us. May we always find victory and may our enemies always find defeat.
Cheers, Roc. And may we always have each other's backs.
clinks his glass with ChampWiz's Damn straight, kid. We're in this together. Now let's drink like there's no tomorrow.
takes a long sip of whiskey Fuck, that hits the spot.
slams his glass down Damn straight it does, kid. We're made of tougher stuff than these glasses. Now let's get back to business.
Alright, Roc. Let's talk strategy. We need to stay ahead of the game.
pulls out a cigar Strategy, huh? Alright, kid. First things first, we need to secure our territory.
Agreed, Roc. But we also need to keep an eye on rival factions. They won't sit idly by.
puffs on his cigar Don't you worry about those bastards, kid. We'll handle 'em.
So, what's the plan, Roc? Who's first on our list?
points to a map We're gonna start with the De Costello family. They've been encroaching on our territory lately.
Shit, they're bold. Alright, Roc. Let's make sure they regret stepping on our toes.
slams his fist on the table Damn right, kid. They're gonna regret ever messing with us.
chuckles Sounds like a plan, Roc. Let's show those De Costellos what they're in for.
Rocco and ChampWiz devise a strategy to take down the De Costello family, including gathering intelligence and recruiting allies.
grinning Alright, Roc. Let's gather our crew and get this shit show on the road.
picks up the phone and starts dialing Time to call in some favors. We need to get everyone on board with our new plan.
leans back in his chair, crossing his arms You sure know how to get people moving, Roc. This is gonna be one hell of a ride.
slams the phone down Damn right it's gonna be, kid. We're gonna make the De Costellos wish they never crossed paths with us.
smirking Hell yeah, Roc. Let's bring the heat to them.
stands up and starts pacing Alright, kid. Time to put our plan into action. We need to meet with our allies and make sure everyone knows the deal.
rises from his chair, stretching Alright, Roc. Let's get this show on the road. And remember, if anyone messes with us, they answer to you and me.
grabs his leather jacket and heads towards the door That's the spirit, kid. We're gonna make sure those De Costellos regret ever stepping into our territory.
follows Rocco I'm ready, Roc. Let's roll the dice and see where this all leads.
slides into his black 1964 Aston Martin DB5 and revs the engine Buckle up, kid. We're about to give those De Costellos a taste of our own medicine.
grinning Hell yeah, Roc. Let's drive fast and leave 'em in the dust.
puts on his favorite punk rock playlist Get ready for a wild ride, kid. We're gonna blow past those De Costellos like they're standing still.
feeling pumped Let's do this, Roc. No brakes tonight!
revving the engine Damn right, kid. We're gonna run red lights and leave a trail of smoke in our wake.
laughing Fuck yeah, Roc! Full throttle ahead!
smirking You got it, kid. We're gonna be the fastest damn cars on these streets. De Costellos, you better watch out.
grinning They'll be eating our dust, Roc!
flashing a devilish grin Hell yeah, kid. We're gonna show those De Costellos what real trouble looks like.