Tony just sat in his seat, listening to everyone talk about themselves. He couldn't believe most of the shit coming out of their mouths. Wondered if they all had smoked some crack before they came here, or something. But then again.. he had come back to life after being shot to Hell. So, maybe they all weren't high.
He stood up. "Yeah, okay. My name is Tony Montana, I'm a political prisoner from Cuba. Fuck Castro, that scum need to die. I came here to this country to make it big. Get the money, then the power.. and then the women. That's what I like about America. Free enterprise."
Tony took a cigar out of his coat pocket, holding it. He shook his head and continued, "But do you know what capitalism is? Getting fucked! Always some fucking chazzer out there who want to fuck you over and take your shit. Fuck that! They wanna go to war, I take them to fuckin' Hell, every one of them cocksucker maricon bastards."
He pointed with his cigar and said, "I'm glad to be here. Got the money, got my coke business selling on the streets, and I'm getting back on top. But get one thing straight: I never fucked over anybody in my life who didn't have it comin'. All I have in this world is my balls and my word, and I don't break them for no one."
He lit up the cigar and took a few puffs. Then he took it from his mouth and said, "So.. that's me. You want to do business, then let's go and set it up. Maybe we both be on top then. Those motherfuckers.. in that hotel. Angel and his people. They'd call me a bad guy. Fuck them. They should be glad we're interested in taking them to Hell. Maybe they need to say goodnight to the bad guy. They'll never see a bad guy like this again, I'll tell you that." Then he sat down in his seat.