Those jobs that disappeared in the Great Recession just aren’t coming back, regardless of what the unemployment rate tells you – the net gain in jobs since 2000 still stands at zero – and if they do return from the dead, they’ll be zombies, those contingent, part-time or minimum-wage jobs where the bosses shuffle your shift from week to week: welcome to Wal-Mart, where food stamps are a benefit.And don’t tell me that raising the minimum wage to an hour solves the problem. Our husbands weren't brain surgeons, they were blue-collar guys. Billy: Hey, Tommy, if I was gonna break your balls, I'd tell you to go home and get your shine box.
Next thing you know he'll have one of these fucking walkers.
We're having a party and I just came home, and I haven't seen you in a long time, and I'm breakin' your balls, and right away you're getting fuckin' fresh. Tommy: Spider, that bandage on your foot is bigger than your fucking head.
We've just gotta-- Listen, We've gotta be really careful while we do it. Henry: It took me two weeks of sneaking the stuff around, but when I did, it was a real score.
So I am warning everyone, it could be my son, it could be anyone.
[later in her bedroom] I don't think I can do it, Henry. Karen, when it comes to the Mafia no one goes to jail unless they want to.
Now he'd make your shoes look like fuckin' mirrors. In there you had to do what you to do to support your family. Gribbs is 70 years old; the poor man is going to die in prison. Gribbs got twenty years just for saying good morning to some scuzz who was selling junk behind his back! Now in the midst of all this he is asking me to go to Florida and do a hit with Anthony? Henry: [narrating] Jimmy never asked me to whack a guy before. I'll say you'll go back to her and it'll be like when you first got married.