Christopher and his two monkey boys, buying comestibles. Christopher inquires if the Brazilian snapper is "fishy," because it's for pizzaiola and he has to smell it. The fish guy is annoyed and asks if he wants something or what, with repeated shrugging of his shoulders. Christopher says he wants enough snapper for fifteen people and ten pounds of shrimp. Mmm, mmm, good. Now I want shrimp. As the guy moves away, Christopher rigs the scale with a matchbox so he won't have to pay hardly as much. Sneaky. He wheels around and resumes instructing his monkey boys. "There's gonna be some serious money there, this is no nickel-and-dime shit," he tells them. "These motherfuckers could play for two days straight sometimes. Now once you start work, you don't go till the game breaks up and that fucking place looks like an operating room." Monkey Boy Not From A Bronx Tale is taken aback at the fact that they're essentially "cleaning guys." Christopher sketchily has an altercation with the fish guy over the price of the fish, blah blah blah, Christopher accuses the fish guy of putting his finger on the scale, he's all don't pull that shit with me that you pull with the old ladies, Christopher's totally conning the guy, et cetera. Fish guy tries to go use another scale, but Christopher craftily squeals that he's trying to rob him. Christopher is really a good actor. The character, not Michael Imperioli. Although Mr. Imperioli is consequently quite good as well, especially since I regard them as two different people. He (Imperioli) was on some episode of Homicide once.