The Bouncing Bride - Christoph Endres

impending violence.
Jordana
(Forcing herself to smile, pretending to be charming)
I called this meeting in order to discuss wedding gifts. It's not easy picking out just the right
present, let me say that. So I have some ideas to help you with this delicate task.
The mob bosses eye each other with growing alarm.
Constanza
(With heavy sarcasm)
That's just swell.
Jordana
As I know you want to honor my father, I am here to make sure you show the right amount of
respect.
Constanza
(Pretending to be helpful)
Lawn flamingos is always a thoughtful gift.
Jordana
(Speaking to the man who just spoke)
Constanza, you run a sports book in Brooklyn and Queens and Hoboken. You keep Brooklyn, I
take Hoboken and Queens.
(With a mean smile)
Thanks for the wedding present.
Constanza jumps out of his seat, really hot. His men reach for their guns behind him, in
anticipation of what he might do. Just as he is about to vent his rage, she speaks again.
Jordana
I thank you. My father thanks you.
She smiles at him with a look of challenge.
Constanza
(Looking back at his men, shaking his head no. Guns go back into their holsters.)
Uh, yeah. He uh...uh...He does? Oh, uh that's so swell again.
He sits down. His face looks like somebody just died or should.
Jordana
Don Lorenzo, you are doing the hijacks at Kennedy International. You have the fencing
operation in Nutley...and the chop shop in Paramus. I take the fencing operation, you keep all the