Hard guy [ He barked back, and he circled the table in the other direction, standing as far from both Fraser and Stanley as he possibly could. ] Real hard guy, using a man's love for his mother against him. That's a Polack thing right there, cause I tell you what you wouldn't catch an Italian talking that way about a guy's love for his mother.

[ Focus on the argument, don't let Fraser know he knows anything. It was like a police interrogation this; the cop had circumstantial evidence, and he was waiting for one of them to slip up, to say anything - anything - that cemented his suspicions.

So Ray scowled and hiked his shoulders and worked his arms back out, as though he were bruising for a fight, and scowled across at Stanley. ]

Why hold back, huh, Kowalski? You could barely walk straight after last time, you wanna take another swing at me see where it gets you?

[ All swagger, all threat, a raging whirlpool of testosterone in Italian Armani, and he wasn't about to let up the act for a second. ]