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CHRIS: Playing poker against Paulie ”You read the news about that Corona virus?"
TONY: Sitting down in the bada bing office chair with a sandwich in his mouth "mhm-eah, chink eating rat soup or some shit like that"
CHRIS: "Bat soup, yeah."
TONY: "Bat soup, rat soup, dog soup, last time I'm ever eating chinese again"

Crew laughs, except for Feech of course.

CHRIS: "Zipperheads are infected too, on a major fucking scale. This shit even made it's way to the old country"
TONY: "Get the fuck outta 'ere. Italy? Where?"
CHRIS: "Northern Italy"
FURIO: Smirks

CHRIS: "Entire fucking cities are quarentined. I'm talking ghosttown, Rome looks like a fucking Will Smith movie"
PAULIE: "Corona virus? Heh. Biological fucking super weapon if you ask me. A week or some' after the first case they already built a fucking hospital. It’s like they had it all planned out, resources ’n’ everything. Bet ya they fucking rigged it to evolve too, like a fucking time bomb or something.”
TONY: Quickly raises his hand to the side of his ear ”Gettafuckoutahere! Got a fucking wife and kids at home, don’t think anyone ’ere wanna hear ’bout your theories and doomsday scenarios Paulie”
SIL: Counting money and shrugs ”ehhh, I’m not too scared ’bout the virus. Papers agree with Tony, says it's nothing more than a flu"
TONY: "Yeah but people are freaking out, already lost 9% in our webistic stocks" Looks at Christopher, slight dead-eye
CHRIS: "Sorry T, shit like this can't be helped.”
BOBBY: ”Don’t they have scientists that can predict these kinds’a’things? Maybe some of that artificial intelligence, who knows?”
CHRIS: ”I dunno, anyways, like Sil said it's nothing to be worried about unless you already got a disease, AIDS or some shit like that"
Close up of Vito looking down at the table.

CHRIS: Playing poker against Paulie ”You read the news about that Corona virus?"
TONY: Sitting down in the bada bing office chair with a sandwich in his mouth "mhm-eah, chink eating rat soup or some shit like that"
CHRIS: "Bat soup, yeah."
TONY: "Bat soup, rat soup, dog soup, last time I'm ever eating chinese again"

Crew laughs, except for Feech of course.

CHRIS: "Zipperheads are infected too, on a major fucking scale. This shit even made it's way to the old country"
TONY: "Get the fuck outta 'ere. Italy? Where?"
CHRIS: "Northern Italy"
FURIO: Smirks

CHRIS: "Entire fucking cities are quarentined. I'm talking ghosttown, Rome looks like a fucking Will Smith movie"
PAULIE: "Corona virus? Heh. Biological fucking super weapon if you ask me. A week or some' after the first case they already built a fucking hospital. It’s like they had it all planned out, resources ’n’ everything. Bet ya they fucking rigged it to evolve too, like a fucking time bomb or something.”
TONY: Quickly raises his hand to the side of his ear ”Gettafuckoutahere! Got a fucking wife and kids at home, don’t think anyone ’ere wanna hear ’bout your theories and doomsday scenarios Paulie”
SIL: Counting money and shrugs ”ehhh, I’m not too scared ’bout the virus. Papers agree with Tony, says it's nothing more than a flu"
TONY: "Yeah but people are freaking out, already lost 9% in our webistic stocks" Looks at Christopher, slight dead-eye
CHRIS: "Sorry T, shit like this can't be helped.”
BOBBY: ”Don’t they have scientists that can predict these kinds’a’things? Maybe some of that artificial intelligence, who knows?”
CHRIS: ”I dunno, anyways, like Sil said it's nothing to be worried about unless you already got a disease, AIDS or some shit like that"
Close up of Vito looking down at the table.