Joey Gazelle: Hey, Nick. Throw me some bread.
[Nicky goes to hand Joey bread when a bullet comes through their window]
Joey Gazelle: Oh, shit! Get down! Get down!
[crawls on the floor over to Nicky and Teresa]
Joey Gazelle: Are you okay? You okay? Nick?
Teresa Gazelle: Jesus, Joe. What the hell?
Joey Gazelle: Stay here. Motha Fucka. Mother Fucker! I'm gonna kill that fuckin piece a shit.
[runs to the closet to get his gun]
Joey Gazelle: You Russian piece a shit!