My son, where is he? Where do you think? He's in the maternity ward. He never left. He got...

[Chief Aiello's son is missing and he gets a call almost immediately] Police Chief Aiello: My son, where is he? Noodles: Where do you think? He's in the maternity ward. He never left. He got restless, so he wanted to change his bed. The other kids got the same idea, so they wanted to change their beds. You got thirty, forty screaming babies jumping from one bed to another, switching tags. So now we do have a real problem. Police Chief Aiello: Piece of shit, whoever you are! What the fuck? I want my son! Noodles: Luckily, we were there to see that everything was under control. If you want, we can put everything back. Except you gotta meet us halfway. Police Chief Aiello: Tell me! Noodles: Why do you give a fuck who wins the strike? Police Chief Aiello: That's got nothing to do with me!... What did I do? Noodles: First of all, you let the scabs in. Second, you've got the cops in there protecting them. Police Chief Aiello: I'm a cop! Noodles: All right, shut the fuck up! Now listen very carefully: call off your dogs and let the strikers work it out with the bosses. Police Chief Aiello: I want my son! Noodles: Do that, and we'll give you the kid's number. If you don't, look for your kid yourself. So what's it gonna be? Police Chief Aiello: Okay. I'll call my men off today. Noodles: Attaboy. You know, for a rotten bastard son of a bitch... you're not as stupid as I thought. We'll be in touch. Police Chief Aiello: When will you call? Noodles: Don't worry, don't worry, we'll be in touch with you. Bye. [hangs up]

Where is he? Where is he hiding? I don't know. I've been looking for him since yesterday. I'm gonna ask you for the last time. Where is he? I don't know. What are you gonna do to him? Stay here in case that rat shows up. Okay. Who you protecting, you dumb asshole? A stoolie who rats on his own friends? They were your friends too. I got it. You wanna end up like that bitch, huh? At Chun Lao's. Chinese theater. You stay here with this barrel of shit. Noodles. Noodles. Noodles.