Ken Leung credited as playing...
Carter Chong
- Corrado 'Junior' Soprano: Two fags decide they want a baby. So they jack off in a cup, use the sperm to get a lady friend of theirs pregnant. Nine months later they go to the hospital. They see all the babies in the nursery. "Look," they say, "Our baby's the sweetest one. He's not even cryin' at all!". Uh, uh... Goddamn it, what the fuck is it?
- Carter Chong: "Now he's not crying," the nurse says, "Just wait till we get the pacifier out of his ass."
- Carter Chong: [while entering his room] I brought you your tea
- Corrado 'Junior' Soprano: [before giving him plastic buttons, they use as poker chips] You did a good job tonight kid, here's a taste
- Carter Chong: [waves them off, refusing them] It's alright
- Corrado 'Junior' Soprano: [insistently] Take it: you earned it
- Corrado 'Junior' Soprano: There was a time once I was a kid, my old man was a stonemason, took me to work, a job, building a wall a rich lady's garden. She comes home, I help carry her groceries, she goes to give me quarter, which was a lot in those days but I say No. She goes in, no sooner than she closes the door, my old man gave me a crack right across the mouth
- Corrado 'Junior' Soprano: [impersonating his father with an Italian accent] What're you a millionaire? You don't need money? You don't like to eat?
- Carter Chong: Wow
- Corrado 'Junior' Soprano: Even still, he was right: he made me walk home that night, eleven fuckin miles from Essex Fells back to Newark
- Carter Chong: [surprised] I'm from Essex Fells
- Corrado 'Junior' Soprano: A rich kid, huh?
- Carter Chong: Once in third grade, I got a ninety-six on my spelling test: highest mark in the class, I was so proud, I brought it home to show my dad, he says What happened to the other four points?
- Carter Chong: [suddenly angry, shouting and cursing at the memory of his father] Fuck you, fuck you
- Carter Chong: [reciting the letter Junior asked him to write] "Dear Vice President Cheney, as a powerful man all too familiar with accidental gunplay, I am writing in the hope that you will "intervene" in my case, like yourself, I was involved in an "unfortunate incident" when the gun I was "handling" misfired"
- Mrs. Chong: [while visiting him a psychiatric hospital] how are you feeling?
- Carter Chong: [uninterested] fine
- Mrs. Chong: maybe you can clear something up? Dr. Mandl says you've been acting "aggressively" towards other patients?
- Carter Chong: first of all, that is total fuckin bullshit and secondly why not just lead off with that?
- Mrs. Chong: what are you talking about?
- Carter Chong: stop pretending to give a shit on how I feel
- Mrs. Chong: now, "apparently" you're becoming a bully. Dr. Mandl feels your modeling your actions on the wrong people
- Carter Chong: [surprised] really, like who?
- Carter Chong: [referring to Junior Soprano] you know who, that gangster
- Carter Chong: [points at her] you of all people should know not to believe what you read in the paper: all that crap they wrote about daddy
- Mrs. Chong: that was the Wall Street Journal: that was entirely different
- Carter Chong: it's never enough, is it? My whole time at MIT, you told me to go out and make friends. Now I finally do, learn to assert myself just a "little", suddenly, that's a negative