Jimmy Conway: Yeah.
Vinnie: Yeah.
Jimmy Conway: Who's this?
Vinnie: This is Vinnie.
Jimmy Conway: Vinnie, what happened?
Vinnie: Well we-...
Jimmy Conway: You get it straightened out?
Vinnie: No, we had a problem... and uh, we tried to do everything we could.
Jimmy Conway: What d'you mean?
Vinnie: Well, you what I mean. He's gone, and we couldn't do nothing about it.
[pause]
Vinnie: That's it.
Jimmy Conway: What d'you mean? What d'you mean? Uh...
Vinnie: He's gone. Uh, he's gone.
[pause]
Vinnie: And that's it.
Jimmy Conway: [smashing telephone] Fuck. Can't fuckin' believe that, can't fuckin'...
Jimmy Conway: [crying] Fuck it, fuck... the fuck...
[Henry exits diner]
Henry Hill: What happened?
Jimmy Conway: They whacked him. They fuckin' whacked him.
Henry Hill: Aw, fuck.
[Jimmy kicks phone booth]
Jimmy Conway: Motherfucker!
[pushes over phone booth]
Jimmy Conway: [cries]