SAM:Havana!
Havana!
Havana freakin' Cuba!
the kid is heading for a crash,
he'll run into Castelli there,
they'll shoot him in the belly there,
they'll cut him up and stuff
him in the trash!
holy cow
Havana!
Havana
I'm going to Havana!
what else am I supposed to do?
I need a gun
I need a pill
I need a map
I need a will
I'll save his neck and Lola's too!
Who am I kidding?
I'm no hero
I'm just a average S.O.B.
this is the kind of job for
someone muscle-bound
and kind of witless
and besides, it scares me shitless!
who am I kidding?
I'm no hero
DOORMAN:He's no hero
SAM:I ain't no Tarzan in a tree
DOORMAN:We'll drink to that
SAM:This ain't the kind of job
for some old fart like me
GLADYS:Castelli!
Castelli!
you gotta stop Castelli!
the kid don't know him like we do
before he finished wit'cha
well you'll never know what hit'cha
and it ain't a pretty pit'cha
I tell you!
SAM: Alright,alright,
I'm going!
I'm going
that settles it, I'm going!
I'll teach you not to mess with me!
I'll give him this!
GLADYS:You'll give him that!
SAM:I'll beat him up
GLADYS:you'll knock him flat
BOTH:just like a kid of twenty-three
SAM:Who am I kidding?
I'm no youngster.
GLADYS:You're only mature like an old cheese.
SAM:It takes me hours just to pee.
GLADYS:You peed enough already.
SAM:This ain't the kind of job.
For some old poop like me.
GLADYS:This is exactly the
job for someone
Oh...Sam.
ALL (BUT SAM):Looks like we got ourselves a hero.
SAM:I'm no hero.
ALL:Sammy, we know that.
You'll come through.
SAM:I'm through already.
GLADYS:You're just startin', Sammy.
ALL:This is exactly the job for
someone smart like you.
SAM:But I got ulcers.
ALL:And with heart like you
SAM:And I got hemorrhoids.
ALL:A sweet old fart like you.
