O Comando do Sindicato

Roughhouse: You gettin' out! I'm gettin' out, man. You cats are comin' down too hard.

Big Sid: Calm yourself, Rough', baby. You gonna work yourself up to an ulcer, old man. Just tell old Sid what's got your jaws uptight.

Roughhouse: Look, man, I done paid you back ten times over them IOUs. And now I wanna make a clean break.

Big Sid: Alright... takes a lotta money to live the good life on your pay. Man, you still got champagne and caviar runnin' though your veins from the old days.

Roughhouse: No. Get yourself a new boy. I don't mind turning my head every now and then on a rip-off. But bustin' up people just ain't my bag, man.

Big Sid: Well whatever you decide, my man. I'm a reasonable cat. But, why don't you think it over tonight, huh? I'll do the same and we'll talk about it tomorrow.

Roughhouse: But I an't gonna change my mind.

Big Sid: Well, if it comes down to that, I'll understand. Cos' I'm your partner, come hell or high water.