It means Vinnie Baratto is in a jam again.
We played high school football—at least Vinnie played—I mostly sat.
Vinnie Baratto was the star running back for three years.
Just as Vinnie was tackled he flipped me the ball and I scored.
Ol' Vinnie was a hell of a jock but not 'the most likely' at anything but getting in trouble.
Vinnie, you son-of-a-bitch, you'll be a dead man if I catch up to you!
Finally, as wide awake as a kid on Christmas morning, he gave up the ghosts and dressed, intent on making the trip for the sole satisfaction of punching out Vinnie Baratto.
Dean closed his eyes and said to himself, "Vinnie, you wouldn't...."
"Vinnie, tell me where you are so I can come and kill you!" yelled Dean.
Vinnie Baratto scrambled into the car, locked the door and buried himself on the floor of the vehicle.
Vinnie, this better be damn good.
Vinnie, I'm a cop.
Vinnie, those guys don't make mistakes.
Dean slammed on his brakes, causing Vinnie to whack his head on the underside of the dash.
Vinnie was as sullen as a three-year-old.
Vinnie, it isn't even 5:00 in the morning.
Vinnie, the only place anyone knows you is in jail.
Vinnie, there aren't any 'old times.'
Vinnie sounded close to tears as he coughed on another of Ethel's cigarette butts.
Whatever Vinnie was babbling about sounded like the last thing in the world Dean wanted to get involved with, but he had no choice but to at least hear out the terrified man.
The twins had been involved in some escapade for the Philadelphia crime family that Vinnie refused to describe.
Something had gone awry, or so the twins found out a day or two later, although Vinnie swore everything went according to plan and they hadn't done anything wrong.
Vinnie hadn't been marked because no one knew he'd accompanied the boys, until the twins came out from under their rock the prior weekend and were quickly nabbed and "questioned."
Vinnie claimed to be able to show the police where Billie and Willie had been hiding and continued to brag that he had enough information to make headlines and sink half the Philadelphia mobsters.
Vinnie Baratto stuffed his face with a double breakfast order and gained confidence with every bite.
He considered taking Vinnie to jail for safekeeping, but the petrified man wouldn't hear of it.
Sackler questioned Vinnie briefly but got no further than Dean.
Vinnie reluctantly agreed to stay put until Monday as long as he had enough money for cigarettes and meals at the diner across the street and the TV continued to work.
Vinnie had given Dean his address: 879 Parsons—two rooms over a laundromat.
Your friend wouldn't be Vinnie Baratto, would he?
"Vinnie, who?" asked the mustache.
Yeah. You know where Vinnie is?
If you fellows show me some identification, then I'll know who to tell Vinnie was looking for him...if I happen to see him.
Have you fellows known ol' Vinnie very long?
I go way back with ol' Vinnie, too.
Ol' Vinnie and I went to school together.
I didn't know Vinnie ever went to school.
I guess you carry that gun 'cause it's such a piss-poor neighborhood where our old buddy Vinnie lives.
It looks like ol' Vinnie is missing, doesn't it?
I'll certainly let ol' Vinnie know you're looking for him.
He capsulized his session with Vinnie as he turned on the ball game.
While Dean wanted the opportunity to speak with her in person after his Norfolk trip, he didn't feel in the best mood to do it after spending half the night and day coping with Vinnie Baratto and his sleazy friends.
Reluctantly, he agreed to waste his Sunday with Vinnie and learned from Sackler that a uniformed officer had delivered Vinnie's clothes earlier.
Sackler sounded ready to look them up and hand them Vinnie with a red bow around his neck.
Ol' Vinnie was being, as usual, a pain in the butt.
Tom DeLeo had the day off and Andy Sackler was back at the motel holding hands with Vinnie Baratto.
After handshakes and a brief chat, the pair left in Dean's pool car for the motel where Vinnie Baratto awaited.
That's the intriguing part and what I hope Vinnie Baratto will tell us.
"Just the way you've been doing with me about the Wassermanns and Vinnie Baratto," Dean answered.
The federal agent was interested to learn Vinnie and Dean had played sports together, but Dean put to early rest any misconception about his prowess on the playing field.
Jonathan Winston never flinched and his smile remained in place as he moved very close to Vinnie, nearly touching him.
Vinnie was beginning to lose his color.
Sackler asked, smiling at Vinnie as he and Dean started for the door.
Vinnie started to rise but Winston bounced him back down on the bed.
Vinnie Baratto came out of the motel, suitcase in hand, a smile from ear to ear.
They're checking some of the info our good pal Vinnie gave us.
Vinnie paced up and down, grumbling like a bear on the first day of spring.
Vinnie plopped down at the kitchen table.
"Stop grabbing at straws, Vinnie," Winston said sternly.
Vinnie, this guy Byrne's life was as far away from yours as the Pope's from a whorehouse.
Vinnie looked like a hurt kid.
If someone were trying to get a line on the whereabouts of Vinnie Baratto, they would all have to exercise more caution driving to the Pocono hideout.