Al PacinoQuotes

Tony D'Amato: If you're gonna be a loser, raise your hand. IF you're gonna act like a pussy, raise your hand.

Tony D'Amato: What the hell are you doing, J?

Julian Washington: Well, I didn't want you to be the only pussy with your hand up, so I thought I'd help you out.

Tony D'Amato: You're a goddamn quarterback! You know what that means? It's the top spot, kid. It's the guy who takes the fall. It's the guy everybody's looking at first - the leader of a team - who will support you when they understand you. Who will break their ribs and their noses and their necks for you, because they believe. Cause you make them believe. That's a quarterback.

Tony D'Amato: On any given Sunday you're gonna win or you're gonna lose. The point is - can you win or lose like a man?

Tony D'Amato: Four seconds is a lifetime!

Tony D'Amato: It's TV, it changed everything, changed the way we think forever. I mean the first time they stopped the game to cut away to some fucking commercial that was the end of it. Because it was our concentration that mattered, not theirs, not some fruitcake selling cereal.

Tony D'Amato: That's what a leader's about: sacrifice. The times he's gotta sacrifice because he's gotta lead, by example. Not by fear and not by self-pity.

Tony D'Amato: I don't know what to say, really. Three minutes til the biggest battle of our professional lives all comes down to today. Now either we heal as a team or we're gonna crumble, inch by inch, play by play, until we're finished. We're in hell right now, gentlemen, believe me. And, we can stay here, get the shit kicked out of us, or we can fight our way back into the light. We can climb outta hell, one inch at a time.Now, I can't do it for ya. I'm too old. I look around. I see these young faces, and I think, I mean, I made every wrong choice a middle-aged man can make. I, uh, I pissed away all my money, believe it or not. I chased off anyone who's ever loved me. And lately, I can't even stand the face I see in a mirror. You know, when you get old in life, things get taken from you. I mean that's, that's, that's part of life. But, you only learn that when you start losin stuff. You find out life's this game of inches, so is football. Because in either game - life or football - the margin for error is so small. I mean, one half a step too late or too early and you don't quite make it. One half second too slow, too fast, and you don't quite catch it. The inches we need are everywhere around us. They're in every break of the game, every minute, every second.On this team, we fight for that inch. On this team, we tear ourselves and everyone else around us to pieces for that inch. We claw with our fingernails for that inch. Because we know when we add up all those inches, that's gonna make the fuckin difference between winnin and losin'! Between livin and dyin'! I'll tell ya this - in any fight, it's the guy who's willin to die who's gonna win that inch. And I know if I'm gonna have any life anymore, it's because I'm still willin to fight and die for that inch. Because that's what livin is! The six inches in front of your face!!Now, I can't make you do it. You gotta look at the guy next to you. Look into his eyes! Now I think you're gonna see a guy who will go that inch with ya. You're gonna see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this team because he knows, when it comes down to it, you're gonna do the same for him! That's a team, gentleman! And, either we heal, now, as a team, or we will die as individuals. That's football, guys. That's all it is. Now, what are you gonna do?

Tony D'Amato: [to Beamen] You're very, very young... and your very, very stupid.

Tony D'Amato: Doesn't make sense, my not having a home, a family, a life.

Tony D'Amato: This game has got to be about more than winning. You're part of something here... along the way, I want you to cherish it, because when it's gone, it's gone forever.

Carlito Brigante: [last words of the movie] Sorry, boys, all the stitches in the world can’t sew me together again... Lay down. Lay down. Gonna stretch me out in Fernandez Funeral Home on 109th street... Always knew I’d make a stop there, but a lot later than a whole gang of people thought. Last of the Mo-Rican’s. Well, maybe not the last. Gail’s gonna be a good mom. New, improved Carlito Brigante. Hope she uses the money to get out. No room in this city for big hearts like hers... Sorry, baby, I tried the best I could. Honest. Can’t come with me on this trip, though... Gettin’ the shakes now. Last call for drinks. Bar’s closin’ down. Sun’s out. Where we goin’ for breakfast? Don’t wanna go far... Rough night. Tired, baby... Tired...

Carlito Brigante: The dream don't come no closer by itself. We gotta run after it now.

Carlito Brigante: When you can’t see the angles no more, you’re in trouble, baby. You’re in trouble.

Carlito Brigante: You ain’t a lawyer no more, Dave. You’re a gangster now. You’re on the other side. Whole new ball game. You can’t learn about it at school, and you can’t have a late start.

Carlito Brigante: Dave is my friend, Gail. I owe him. That’s who I am, That’s what I am, right or wrong. I can’t change that!

Carlito Brigante: Guys went down, yeah, but it ain’t like, you know, you just decide one day and that’s it. No. You just do what you gotta do to survive. Somehow, you know, you just end up where you are.

Carlito Brigante: Dumb move, man. Dumb move. But it’s like them old reflexes comin’ back. I know what’s supposed to happen now. Benny’s gotta go down. And if I don’t do it, they’re gonna say: “Carlito, he’s flaky, man. Slacked-out. A used-to-be bad guy. Joint got to Carlito.” The street is watchin’. She is watchin’ all the time.

Carlito Brigante: Okay, Benny Blanco from the Bronx. The chick Steffie belongs to the club. Now if I ever, I mean if I ever, see you here again you die, just like that.

Carlito Brigante: This guy, this counsellor in Lewisburg, Mr Seawald, once said to me: “Charlie, you run out of steam. You can’t sprint all the way. You gotta stop sometime. You can’t buck it forever. It catches up to you. It gets you. You don’t get reformed, you just run out of wind.”

Carlito Brigante: Times have changed. What happened to the miniskirts? Where’s all that marijuana? Now everything is platforms, cocaine, and dances I don’t dance. What a man gotta come to when he loses five years.

Carlito Brigante: Oh, Jesus. Jesus Christ, look at you. You said they were friends, Guajiro. But there ain’t no friends in this shit business.

Carlito Brigante: I’M RELOADED! Come on in here, motherfuckers! Come on, I’m waitin’ for ya! You ain’t comin’ in? I’m comin’ out! You’re up against it now, motherfuckers! I’m gonna blow your fuckin’ brains out! You think you’re big time? You’re gonna fuckin’ die big time! You ready? Here comes the pain!

Carlito Brigante: Here’s me back on the street. Third Sunday in August. Old Timer’s Day in the barrio. Nothin’ left. Like them old cowboy movies, only instead of tumbleweed and cow dung we got stripped car wrecks and dog shit.

Carlito Brigante: No favor. I owe you. Favor gonna kill you faster than a bullet.

Carlito Brigante: Your Honor with all due respect, past and present, and without further to-do. Let me ensure this court that I am through walkin’ on the wild side. That’s all I’ve been tryin’ to tell you. I have been sick with the social ills known in the ghetto. But my time in the sterling correction facilities of Green Haven and Sing Sing have not been in vain. I’ve been cured! Born again, like the Watergaters. I know you heard this rap before. Your Honor, I mean it. This is the truth. I changed. I changed, and it didn’t take no thirty years like Your Honor thought, but only five. That’s right, sir, five years. And look at me. Completely rehabilitated, reinvigorated, reassimilated and finally going to be relocated, and I want to thank a lot of people for that. I look over there and I see that man there, Mr Norwalk. I want to thank you, sir, for making the tapes in an illegal fashion. I would like to thank the Court Of Appeals, for reversing you, Your Honour. And I want to thank Almighty God without whom no case gets tossed.

Carlito Brigante: Somebody’s pullin’ me close to the ground. I can sense, but I can’t see. I ain’t panicked, I been here before. Same as when I got popped on 104th Street. Don’t take me to no hospital, please. Fuckin’ emergency rooms don’t save nobody. Sons of bitches always pop you at midnight when all they got is a Chinese intern with a dull spoon. Look at these suckers scramblin around. What for? My Puerto Rican ass ain't supposed to have made it this far. Most of my crew got washed a long time ago. Don't worry. My heart, it don't ever quit. I ain't ready to check out. Seems like I just got out of the joint. Stood up in front of that judge, and told him what was who.

Carlito Brigante: You think you're big time? You're gonna fuckin DIE big time!

Al Pacino: Amongst this princely heap, if any here, by false intelligence... Hold me a foe if I unwittingly... or in my rage, committed aught that is hardly borne by any in this princely presence, I do reconcile myself to his friendly peace. Tis death to me to be at enmity, and desire all good men's love. Where were you, Popcorn?

Jack: What do you mean? It's 5:30.

Al Pacino: No, no, it's 9: 30 my time. I was waiting for you at 5:30.

Jack: Oh, it's four hours the other way. I just... I got confused. I...

Al Pacino: Okay, whatever, whatever, whatever. What's going on? How's she doing'?

Jack: We're, uh, we're, uh, we're coming along. That's how we're doing.

Al Pacino: Coming along? What does that mean, "coming along"? What does that mean?

Crowd #1: Come on, wrap it up!

Jack: It means we're getting there. We just need a little more time.

Al Pacino: Put her on the phone. I want to hear her voice.

Jack: Ah, she's not here right now.

Jill: This reminds me of that boat movie with Leonardo.

Erin: Titanic?

Jill: No, the one with the iceberg.

Al Pacino: Who is that?

Jack: That was, uh, Poopsie.

Al Pacino: Why won't you let me talk... Hey, can you... You got to be quiet. I can't hear him! All right? Please. Please! Yeah, listen, you get me this girl, or you don't get that Dunkaccino commercial, you understand? Don't you know me? Don't you know I would use all my power, all the power I have, to keep a commercial like that from happening'? Don't you know that?

Crowd #1: Is he seriously breaking out The Godfather?

Crowd #2: I swear to God, I'm going to cry.

Al Pacino: Put her on! Put her on!

Crowd #3: Pacino!

Jack: Yeah, yeah, yeah, all right. Hang on for a second. I'll put her on. Hello'?

Al Pacino: Jill, my darling, just to hear your voice. What are they doing? Why are they trying to keep us apart?

Jack: Nobody's keeping me apart from anybody. I'm my own person. You remember that.

Al Pacino: Oh, I know you're your own person. Nobody's like you.

Stunt Guy: Uh... Would you like a little privacy? I could finish up for you.

Al Pacino: No, no, it's okay. It's okay. Nobody wants to see you. But thanks, anyway. Jill. can you meet me when you dock in Spain'?

Jack: But what about your Shakespeare show'? Don't you have that to do?

Al Pacino: You kidding? This is L.A. They got Bruce Jenner playing Lord Rivers.

Jack: Yeah, I don't think so.

Al Pacino: Darling, put your brother on.

Jack: Okay. Here he is. Hello. Jack's back.

Al Pacino: Popcorn, we did it! We did it! I'm coming, I'm coming to get her!

Jack: You're coming to get her? She just said, "I don't think so," I thought.

Al Pacino: I can smell horny across an ocean. Here's how it's going to go down. 9PM tomorrow top deck, portside. I'll be there. Audience, could you tell me where I was?

Crowd #4: But he, poor soul.

Al Pacino: But he, poor soul, by your first order died.

Lowell Bergman: I fought for you and I still fight for you!

Jeffrey Wigand: You fought for me? You manipulated me! Into where I am now - staring at the Brown & Williamson building, it's all dark except for the tenth floor. That's the legal department, that's where they fuck with my life!

Lowell Bergman: [Pause; Pause] Jeffrey, where are you going with this? Where are you going? You are important to a lot of people, Jeffrey. You think about that, and you think about them. I'm all out of heroes, man. Guys like you are in short supply.

Jeffrey Wigand: Yeah, guys like you, too.

Lowell Bergman: This news division has been vilified by the New York Times, in print, on television, for caving to corporate interests!

Don Hewitt: The New York Times ran a blow-by-blow of what we talked about behind closed doors! You fucked us!

Lowell Bergman: NO, YOU FUCKED YOU! Don't invert stuff! Big Tobacco tried to smear Wigand, YOU bought it. The Wall Street Journal, here: not exactly a bastion of anti-capitalist sentiment, refutes Big Tobacco's smear campaign as the lowest form of character assassination! And now, even now, when every word of what Wigand has said on our show is printed, the entire deposition of his testimony in a court of law in the State of Mississippi, the cat TOTALLY out of the bag, you're still standing here debating! Don, what the hell else do you need?

Don Hewitt: Mike, you tell him.

Mike Wallace: You fucked up, Don.

Mike Wallace: In the real world, when you get to where I am, there are other considerations.

Lowell Bergman: Like what? Corporate responsibility? What, are we talking celebrity here?

Mike Wallace: [[Malcolm X; [Martin Luther King; [Saddam Hussein|Saddam] I'm not talking celebrity, vanity, CBS. I'm talking about when you're nearer the end of your life than the beginning. Now, what do you think you think about then? The future? In the future I'm going to do this? Become that? What future? No. What you think is "How will I be regarded in the end?" After I'm gone. Now, along the way I suppose I made some minor impact. I did Iran-Gate and the Ayatollah, ], ], ], Sadat, et cetera, et cetera. I showed them thieves in suits. I've spent a lifetime building all that. But history only remembers most what you did last. And should that be fronting a segment that allowed a tobacco giant to crash this network? Does it give someone at my time of life pause? Yeah.

Jeffrey Wigand: I'm just a commodity to you, aren't I? I could be anything. Right? Anything worth putting on between commercials.

Lowell Bergman: To a network, probably, we're all commodities. To me? You are not a commodity. What you are is important.

Jeffrey Wigand: I have to put my family's welfare on the line here, my friend! And what are you putting up? You're putting up words!

Lowell Bergman: Words? While you've been dicking around at some fucking company golf tournaments, I've been out in the world, giving my word and backing it up with action.

Mike Wallace: Who are these people?

Lowell Bergman: Ordinary people under extraordinary pressure, Mike. What the hell do you expect? Grace and consistency?

Lowell Bergman: I never left a source hang out to dry, ever! Abandoned! Not till right fucking now. When I came on this job I came with my word intact. I'm gonna leave with my word intact. Fuck the rules of the game!

Lowell Bergman: I'm Lowell Bergmann, I'm from 60 Minutes. You know, you take the "60 Minutes" out of that sentence, nobody returns your phone call.

Lowell Bergman: What do I tell the next source when the next tough story comes along, huh? Hang in with us, you'll be ok maybe'? What got broken here doesn't go back together.

Lowell Bergman: You pay me to go get guys like Wigand, to draw him out. To get him to trust us, to get him to go on television. I do. I deliver him. He sits. He talks. He violates his own confidentiality agreement. And he's only the key witness in the biggest public health reform issue, maybe the biggest, most-expensive corporate-malfeasance case in U.S. history. And Jeffrey Wigand, who's out on a limb, does he go on television and tell the truth? Yes. Is it newsworthy? Yes. Are we gonna air it? Of course not. Why? Because he's not telling the truth? No. Because he is telling the truth. That's why we're not going to air it. And the more truth he tells, the worse it gets!

Lowell Bergman: You'd better take a good look, because I'm getting two things: pissed off and curious.

88 Keys: The girls are tired. We've been going all night. It's 2 a.m.

Big Boy Caprice: It's 2 a.m.? I'm about to turn this dump into the best place of a new era in entertainment, you're telling me it's 2 a.m.?

Big Boy Caprice: PLAY THE PIANO!

Breathless Mahoney: Hey! That was a silly thing to do. He's the best piano player in town.

Big Boy Caprice: Shut up! Come here. Next time, I take his fingers and I turn them into pretzels. I just might do the same thing to your face.

Big Boy Caprice: See? He's playing better already.

Big Boy Caprice: Around me, if a woman don't wear mink, she don't wear nothin'.

Breathless Mahoney: Well, I look good both ways.

Big Boy Caprice: Oh look Lips, you dirtied your pretty tuxedo. Looks like you need a bath!

Lips Manlis: The "Bath"?! Not "the bath", Big Boy, not "the bath"!

Big Boy Caprice: It was great working for you but now it is time to retire.

Lips Manlis: Ain't we pals, Big Boy? Ain't we pals?

Big Boy Caprice: [[Benjamin Franklin] There are no pals in this business, Lips, you taught me that! I hate to do this, and I'm gonna miss you, but all is fair in love and business - ].

Lips Manlis: NO!

Big Boy Caprice: All right, put the word out! Lips territory is my territory now. Anyone who was working for him, is working for me. Everything he owns, I own!

Big Boy Caprice: Don't move! Not if you want to stay alive. A woman, a woman, a woman! I've been humiliated by a woman. The way I see it—and Plato agrees with me—is that there is what is, and then there is what we would like it to be. But that's not important. What's important is the future; it's planning ahead. "A man without a plan is not a man." Nietzsche. Wait a minute. Wait. I'm having a thought. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. I'm gonna have a thought. It's coming. It's gone. We must rise above the tide, take that journey, that journey into that faraway land...a land that just waits. It waits by the track where the train of destiny must run... run into the future, breaking the shackles of the past. Forget the past. Forget the past. Our limitations are our shackles. Put them behind you forever. Put them behind you forever, Tess. Can't you see I love you?

Big Boy Caprice: All right, that is enough! I want them dead, both of them. I want this No Face dead and I want Tracy dead. What's the matter, you bums forgot how to kill people? Doesn't your work mean anything to you anymore? Have you no sense of pride in what you do? No sense of DUTY?! No sense of DESTINY?! I'm looking for generals; what do I got?! Foot soldiers! I WANT DICK TRACY DEAD!!!

Big Boy Caprice: [[Napoleon; [George Washington|Washington] There was one ]...one ]...one me!

Big Boy Caprice: [[Abraham Lincoln|Lincoln] Because I have a vision. A big boss must have a vision. We gotta town with thousands of small stores and businesses. People are working real hard. I think they should be working real hard. For us. Because we are for the people. "And if you ain't for the people, you can't buy the people." ].

Arthur Kirkland: Sorry, Your Honor. Let's get back to justice. What is justice? What is the intention of justice? The intention of justice is to see that the guilty people are proven guilty and that the innocent are freed. Simple, isn't it? Only it's not that simple. However, it is the defense counsel's duty to protect the rights of the individual, as it is the prosecution's duty to uphold and defend the laws of the State. Justice for all. Only we have a problem here. And you know what it is? Both sides wanna win. We wanna win. We wanna win regardless of the truth. And we wanna win regardless of justice, regardless of who's guilty or innocent. Winning is everything!

Arthur Kirkland: [about Judge Rayford] This is a man bent on killing himself! It's no secret; a guard found him in his chambers once trying to hang himself! This is a man who's making value decisions on people's lives!

Arthur Kirkland: At this point, I would just like to say that what this committee is doing in theory is highly commendable. However, in practice, it sucks... and I'm not going to answer any more questions.

Ricky Roma: [to John Williamson] You stupid fucking cunt. You, Williamson, I'm talking to you, shithead. You just cost me $6,000. $6,000 and one Cadillac. That's right! What're you gonna do about it? What are you gonna do about it, asshole? You're fucking shit. Where did you learn your trade, you stupid fucking cunt, you idiot? Who ever told you that you could work with men?

Detective: Could I, uh—

Ricky: Oh, I'm gonna have your job, shithead. I'm going downtown, I'm gonna talk to Mitch and Murray. I'm going to Limpkin. I don't care whose nephew you are, who you know, whose dick you're sucking on, you're going out. I swear to you, you're going-

Detective: Come on. let's get this done.

Ricky: [to the detective; to John] Anyone in this office lives on his wits. I'm gonna be with you in a second. What you're hired for is to help us. Does that seem clear to you? To help us, not to fuck us up. To help men who are going out there to try to earn a living, you fairy, you company man. I'll tell you something else. I hope you ripped the joint off. I can tell your friend here a little something might help him to catch you. You want to learn the first rule? You'd know if you spent a day in your life. Don't ever open your mouth til you know what the shot is, you fucking child!

Dave Moss: You're fucked, Rick. Are you fucking nuts? You're hot, so you think you're the ruler of this place. You wanna—

Shelley Levene: Now, wait a minute, Dave.

Dave: Shut up!

Shelley: Okay.

Dave: You want to decide who should be dealt with how, is that it? I come in the fucking office today, I get humiliated by some jack-off cop. I get accused of— I get the shit thrown in my face by you, you genuine shit, because you're top name on the board?

Ricky Roma: Is that what I did, Dave? I humiliated you? Oh my God. I'm sorry.

Dave: Sitting on top of the world. Sitting on top of the world, everything's fucking peach fuzz.

Ricky: And I don't get a moment to spare for some bust-out humanitarian down on his luck lately?

Dave: Oh, fuck—

Ricky: Fuck you, Dave. You know you got a big mouth. You make a close, this whole place stinks with your farts for a week, how much you just ingested. Oh, what a big man you are! "Hey, let me buy you a pack of gum. I'll show you how to chew it." Ooh! Your pal closes, and all that comes out of your mouth is bile! How fucked-up you are!

Dave: [[Fulton J. Sheen|Bishop Sheen] Who's my pal, Ricky? Hmm? What are you? And what are you, Ricky? Huh? ]? What the fuck are you, Mr. Slick? Who— what the fuck are you: friend of the working man? Big deal! Fuck you! You got the memory of a fucking fly! I never liked you, anyway.

Ricky: What is this, your farewell speech?

Dave: I'm going home.

Ricky: Your farewell to the troops?

Dave: I'm not going home. I'm going to Wisconsin.

Ricky: Have a good trip.

Dave: [exits] Ah, fuck you! Fuck the lot of you! Fuck you all!

Ricky: [to Shelley] You were saying?

Ricky Roma: [getting lead cards from Williamson] Ho, ho, ho! "Patel"? "Ravadem Patel"? Wh—how'm I gonna make a living on these dead-beats? Where'd you get this from, the morgue?

John Williamson: Look, I'm—

Ricky: [throws the cards at Williamson] Oh come on. What's the point? What's the fucking point in any case? I gotta argue with you? I gotta knock heads with the cops? I'm busting my balls selling your dirt to dead-beats! Money in the mattress! I come back, you can't even keep the contracts safe, I gotta go out and cl— Fuck this shit! I'm gonna go out and re-close last week's stuff.

John: No, no, no. The word from Murray is to leave them alone. He needs a new sit. He'll go out himself.

Ricky: Murray's gonna go out?

John: Yeah. He'll be the president of the company, just come in from out of town. All right?

Ricky: [takes the leads again] Okay, okay, okay. Give me this shit.

John: I'm giving you three leads.

Ricky: Three? No, I count two.

John: There's three leads there.

Ricky: [throws the cards at Williamson again] Patel"? Fuck you. Fucking Shiva handed this guy a million dollars, told him "Sign the deal!", he wouldn't sign. And the god Vishnu too, into the bargain. Fuck you, John! You know your business. I know mine. Your business is being an asshole. I find out whose fucking cousin you are, I'm going to go to him and figure out a way to have your ass! Fuck you! I'm waiting for the new leads.

George Aaronow: When I talk to the police, I get nervous.

Ricky Roma: Yes. You know who doesn't?

George: Who?

Ricky: Thieves. Always tell the truth, George; it's the easiest thing to remember.

Ricky Roma: [to James Lingk] : I'm going to tell you something. Your life is your own. You have a contract with your wife? You have certain things you do jointly? Bond there. And there are other things, and those things are yours, and you needn't feel ashamed. You needn't feel that you're being untrue, or that she would abandon you if she knew. This is your life.

Ricky Roma: All train compartments smell vaguely of shit. It gets so you don't mind it. That's the worse thing that I can confess. You know how long it took me to get there? A long time. When you die, you're gonna regret the things you don't do. You think you're queer? I'm gonna tell you something: we're all queer. You think you're a thief? So what? You get befuddled by a middle-class morality? Get shot of it. Shut it out. You cheat on your wife? You did it. Live with it. Fuck little girls? So be it. There's an absolute morality? Maybe. And then what? If you think there is, go ahead, be that thing. Bad people go to hell? I don't think so. You think that? Act that way. A hell exists on Earth? Yes. I won't live in it. That's me. Did you ever take a dump made you feel like you'd just slept for twelve hours?

James Lingk: That I—

Ricky: Yes?

James: I don't know.

Roma: Or a piss? Great meals fade in reflection. Everything else gains. You know why? Cause it's only food. This shit we put on us keeps us going. It's only food. The great fucks you may have had, what do you remember about them?

James: What do I remember? I–

Ricky: I don't know. For me? I'm saying what it is. It's probably not the orgasm. Some broad's forearm on your neck, something her eyes did. There was this sound she made. Or it's me in the uh — I'm telling you — I'm in bed. The next day she brought me café au lait, gives me a cigarette. My balls feel like concrete. Hey, what I'm saying: what is our life? Our life is looking forward, or it's looking back. That's it. That's our life. Where's the moment? And what is it we're so afraid of?

James: Loss.

Ricky: What else? The bank closes. You get sick. My wife died on a plane. The stock market collapsed. What if these things happen? None of em. We worry anyway. Why?

Ricky: [takes out a brochure; opens the brochure, with the words: 'Make Your Dreams Come True'] Stocks, bonds, objects of art, real estate. What are they? An opportunity. To what? To make money? Perhaps. To lose money? Perhaps. To indulge and to learn about ourselves? Perhaps! So fucking what? What isn't? They're an opportunity. That's all they are. They're an event. A guy comes to you. You make a call. You send in a card. "I have these properties I would like for you to see." What does this mean? What do you want it to mean? Do you see what I'm saying? Things happen to you. Glad I met you. I'm glad I met you, James. I want to show you something. It may mean something to you. It may not. I don't know. I don't know anymore. What is that? Florida. Glengarry Highlands. Florida? Bullshit. And maybe that's true, and that's what I said. But look at this. What is this? This is a piece of land.

Agent Sheldon: I want them all.

Sonny: I want to talk to Leon.

Agent Sheldon: I want to come in, and see if everybody's okay.

Sonny: You got guts. You think if Sal and me have cut their throats we're gonna let you out?

Agent Sheldon: I have to see.

Sonny: Kiss me, man.

Moretti: What?

Sonny: Kiss me. When I'm being fucked, I like to get kissed a lot.

Moretti: Hey, man, I'm sorry.

Sonny: How'd that happen?

Moretti: They got his girlfriend in there. You know the Spanish.

Sonny: [after being attacked by Maria's boyfriend] Who the fuck is that?!

Moretti: I don't know. He-he's one of the Spanish kids.

Sonny: Who's Maria?

Moretti: They got her inside.

Sonny: So, Sal, Where do you want to go?

Sal: Wyoming.

Sonny: Sal, Wyoming, that's not a country.

Sonny: I'm robbing a bank because they got money here. That's why I'm robbing it.

Anchorman: No, what I mean is why do you feel you have to steal for money? Couldn't you get a job?

Sonny: Uh, no. Doing what? You know if you want a job you've got to be a member of a union. See, and if you got no union card you don't get a job.

Anchorman: What about non-union occupations?

Sonny: What's wrong with this guy? What do you mean non-union, like what? A bank teller? You know how much a bank teller makes a week? Not much. A hundred and fifteen to start, right? Now are you going to live on that? A got a wife and a couple of kids, how am I going to live on that? What do you make a week?

Anchorman: Well I'm here to talk to you, Sonny...

Sonny: Well I'm talking to you. We're entertainment, right? What do you got for us?

Anchorman: Well, what do you want to get for it? Do you expect to be paid because...

Sonny: [[w:As the World Turns|As the World Turns] No, I don't want to be paid, I don't need to be paid. Look, I'm here with my partner and nine other people, see. And we're dying, man. You know? You're going to see our brains on the sidewalk, they're going to spill our guts out. Now are you going to show that on television? Have all your housewives look at that? Instead of ]? I mean what do you got for me? I want something for that.

Anchorman: Sonny, you could give up.

Sonny: Give up? Right. Have you ever been in prison?

Anchorman: No!

Sonny: No! Well. let's talk about something you fucking know about, okay? How much do you make a week? That's what I want to hear. Are you going to talk to me about that?

Anchorman: Sorry, this has been interrupted.

Sonny: Hey, what the fuck happened?

Mulvaney: I guess he didn't appreciate your use of language.

Sonny: Fuck him.

Sonny: I don't wanna talk to some flunky pig tryin to calm me, man.

Det. Moretti: Now you don't have to be calling me pig for...

Sonny: [notices other officers moving toward him] What is he doin'?

Det. Moretti: [shouts at officers] Will you get back there?!

Sonny: What are you movin in there for?!

Det. Moretti: [runs toward closing officers] Will you get the fuck back there?! Get back there, will ya?!

Sonny: [addresses other cops moving toward him] What's he doin'? Go back there man! He wants to kill me so bad, he can taste it! Huh? Attica! Attica! Attica!! Attica!! Attica!! Attica!! Attica!! Attica!! Attica!! Attica!

Sonny: Attica!! Attica!! Remember Attica?!

Sonny: Hey, wait a minute, what are you trying to do? Trip the alarm? Use the spare key?

Mulvaney: It must have been on my mind.

Sonny: Well, you'll get your mind right. I'm a Catholic, and I don't want to hurt anybody, understand?

Mulvaney: Yes, sir.

Sonny: No alarms! No alarms!

Mulvaney: Okay.

Sonny: No games, alright? Use the other one.

Frank Sheeran: Tony told the old man, to tell me, to tell you: "It's what it is.

Jimmy Hoffa: What it is?

Frank: It's what it is. Please, listen to me.

Hoffa: They wouldn't dare!

Frank: Don't. Don't say that.

Hoffa: They wouldn't dare!

Frank: Jimmy don't.

Hoffa: Please, Frank. Come on.

Frank: Don't say they wouldn't dare.

Hoffa: No, don't— don't tell me they can. That's fairy tales. Please.

Frank: Don't say they wouldn't dare. Please.

Hoffa: Something funny happens to me, they're done. You understand that? And they know it, because I got files. I got proof. I got records. I got tapes. Anytime I want, they'll be gone. These guinea motherfuckers spend the rest of their lives in jail, and they know it. They know it.

Frank: But what you're saying is what they're concerned about.

Hoffa: What I'm saying is I know things. I know things they don't know I know. Please.

Frank: Do you wanna take that chance?

Hoffa: What chance am I on?

Frank: Jim...

Hoffa: Why should I be taking a chance?

Frank: They're saying this is it.

Hoffa: They're saying this is it, and then it's it?

Frank: Yeah.

Hoffa: Bullshit. Bullshit, Frank.

Frank: Jimmy, I'm trying to tell you something.

Hoffa: I know you are. You're telling me that they're threatening me, and I gotta do what they say, which is absolute—

Frank: It's more than a threat. It's the bottom line.

Hoffa: Bottom line?

Frank: It's what it is.

Hoffa: They do something to me, I do something to them. That's all I know. I don't know anything else. Do you?

Frank: So what am I gonna do? What am I gonna tell McGee? That you're not gonna listen? He ain't used to people not listening to him.

Hoffa: Well, neither am I.

Frank: What?

Hoffa: Neither am I.

Frank: Then I don't know what to do. I mean, maybe you should get some bodies around you for protection.

Hoffa: [laughs] Oh, come on, please. I'm not gonna go that route. Don't do this to me, Frank. What do you mean bodies around me? You put bodies around you then they go after your family. It doesn't matter. You worried?

Frank: I'm worried.

Hoffa: Get some bodies around you. I'll tell you why. This could happen to you. They could come after you, since you're with me. No?

Frank: I'm worried.

Hoffa: Tell Russ I got nothing but respect for him. I got a little trouble with him. We were talking before, I just got a little crazy. You know how I am. I just blow, sometimes.

Frank: Yeah.

Hoffa: I just walked away like that. But I get that way. I get abrupt. Maybe you could just tell him how much I respect him. I have nothing but respect for this guy. I would never hurt him, no matter what I do with files, or whatever I do with anything.

Frank: No, but you should tell him, yourself.

Hoffa: No, I'm not gonna tell him myself.

Frank: Please.

Hoffa: Oh, come on.

Frank: It'll go a long way.

Hoffa: He's your rabbi. Because of him, you're here. You tell him. Listen to me. At the end, there's only one thing that's real. This is my union. This is my union, Frank. Very simple when you say it that way.

Russell Bufalino: You don't need money, do you?

Jimmy Hoffa: It's not about money.

Russell: Well, if it's not about money, then I'm really having trouble understanding, because I don't know what all the talk is about?

Hoffa: It's my union. Is that hard to understand?

Russell: No, no. It's your union. That's right. It'll always be your union. You could step down and still run it.

Hoffa: No, you don't step down.

Russell: What do you mean?

Hoffa: Russ, you don't step down to run a union. You step down to go to your grave.

Russell: Well, listen. I still think — I can't help but think, I'm sorry — but is there another reason or something?

Hoffa: This is my union! What do you mean another reason? This is my union! All right, let's start with that! And then try to understand things!

Russell: Listen, some people, not me. But some people, they're a little concerned. Some people, not me. They think that you might—

Hoffa: I might—?

Russell: You might be demonstrating a failure to show appreciation.

Hoffa: I'm not showing appreciation?

Russell: According to, you know, some people.

Hoffa: I went to school for five fucking years.

Russell: Yes, you did.

Hoffa: Five fucking years! I didn't name one fucking name!

Russell: You did the right thing.

Hoffa: I did the right thing.

Russell: You did the right thing.

Hoffa: [pointing to Tony Pro] Sat there everyday with that whining cocksucker from New Jersey, talking to me about his woes, his problems, and all I wanted to do was finish my ice cream in peace. This cocksucker shows up at a meeting! Fifteen minutes late! Wearing fucking shorts! Who wears shorts to a meeting?

Russell: Nobody.

Hoffa: That's right.

Russell: Nobody.

Hoffa: I'm not showing appreciation?

Russell: It's not me. According to some people.

Hoffa: No, I know it's not you! Some people, some people say I'm not showing appreciation. Well, then fuck them.

Russell: I'm trying to help you, Jim.

Hoffa: I know you are. But nobody threatens Hoffa.

Jimmy Hoffa: Ah, shit! Just as I predicted. They fuck up Cuba, Boobie starts coming after me and the union. He's looking for some cheap publicity. That's all it is. That's what he's doing.

Bill Bufalino: Okay. Well, it's all gonna blow over, Jimmy.

Hoffa: No, it's not gonna blow over. How's it gonna blow over?! They're never gonna forget that I gave money to Nixon!

Bill: Calm down. Jimmy, please. We're gonna handle this. Couple of the old timers, they're gonna get to Old Man Kennedy now. Okay? They're gonna get to him. He's a little sick, but...

Hoffa: Sick?

Bill: Yeah. But...

Hoffa: He had a fucking stroke! That's not sick! That's you're... you're, you're close to the grave, is what. He's turning into a fucking eggplant.

Bill: Okay. Well, you can't blame anybody for that. That's...

Hoffa: I'm not looking to blame anybody. But if there's any blame going around, it's the Kennedy's. His kids killed him. Let me tell ya that. He's not dead, but he's going. He's going. They killed him! They'd give anybody a heart attack!

Robert Kennedy: [during congressional hearing interrogation of Hoffa] Are you saying you don't remember doing any favors for Johnny Dio, or you don't remember the conversation?

Jimmy Hoffa: [nonchalantly] I'm saying, to the best of my recollection, I must recall on my memory, I cannot remember.

Kennedy: Then where did this $20,000 come from?

Hoffa: Individuals.

Kennedy: [losing patience] Which individuals, Mr. Hoffa?

Hoffa: [pretending to think] Uh... off hand, that particular amount of money I borrowed... I don't know at this particular moment. But the record of my loans, which I requested, I have, and out of all the moneys I loaned during this period of time I went into these ventures.

Jimmy Hoffa: Where are you going?

Frank Sheeran: What do you mean where am I going? I fucking quit, that's where I'm going!

Hoffa: What are you quitting for?

Frank: You gonna call me a motherfucker? If you can talk to them like that, you can't talk to me like that!

Hoffa: No! That didn't apply to you!

Frank: It didn't apply?

Hoffa: No!

Frank: You gotta let me know it didn't apply to me. I'm standing right there...

Hoffa: I didn't even see you standing there!

Frank: I was standing right there, Jimmy, what are you talking about?

Hoffa: But it didn't apply to you! What else can I say?

Frank: You... you... you got a problem, you pull me aside, you don't insult me and then you say it didn't apply to me!

Hoffa: How am I going to pull you aside? I didn't even see you there!

Jimmy Hoffa: Who said it?

Frank Sheeran: Don't matter who said it.

Hoffa: It matters. Was it Russell?

Frank: No.

Hoffa: No. Of course it's not Russell. And the little cocksucker from the Miami fiasco? No? Not him? No? Then who?

Frank: I'm gonna tell you. Tony.

Hoffa: Tony? Which Tony? They're all named Tony. I mean, what's the matter with Italians that they can only think of one name?

Frank: The other Tony.

Hoffa: What Tony?

Jimmy Hoffa: You wanna be a part of this fight?

Frank Sheeran: Yes, I do, sir.

Hoffa: Would you like to be a part of this history?

Frank: Yes, I would. Whatever you need me to do, I'm available.

Frank Sheeran: Hello?

Jimmy Hoffa: Is that Frank?

Frank: Yes.

Hoffa: Hiya, Frank. This is Jimmy Hoffa.

Frank: Yeah, yeah. Glad to meet you.

Hoffa: Well, glad to meet you, too, even if it's over the phone. I heard you paint houses.

Frank: Yes. Yes, sir, I... I do, I do, and I, uh, I also do my own carpentry.

Jimmy Hoffa: [leans over the table shaking his head; slams table; in a calmer tone; slams table again] I am sitting in a room... full of fuckin idiots. You dumb motherfuckers! You know what you did? You take Johnny O'Rourke's kid and you put him on as general organizer, pay thirty-six fucking grand, at the same time... you let him sell insurance to his fucking father's... To his fucking father's... to his fucking father's... LOCALS! Damn it! How do you do that? How STUPID can you be? That fucking cocksucker Kennedy has got his nose up my ass everywhere I go! You don't know that they're hounding me? They're looking at everything I do, and you let this happen in public! You're giving it to him! I'm going to jail. You understand? I'm going to prison... because of you. You dumb motherfuckers. This is what you wanted. You wanted to put me in jail. Tell me now so I can kill you... right here. Right here!

Jimmy Hoffa: You don't keep a man waiting. The only time you do is when you want to say something. When you want to say fuck you.

Jimmy Hoffa: If I said it once, I said it a thousand times, I don't care they're Irish. I don't care they're Catholic. If there's one person you can't trust in this life, it's millionaires kids.

Jimmy Hoffa: You always charge a guy with a gun! With a knife, you run away.

Det. Ellie Burr: Nobody needs to know. You didn't mean to do it, and I know that, even if you don't.

Will Dormer: No, don't...

Det. Ellie Burr: Why?

Will Dormer: Don't lose your way.

Ellie Burr: Don't move! You shot Detective Eckhart and Finch saw you do it. Did you mean to shoot Hap?

Will Dormer: I don't know anymore. I couldn't see him in the fog. But when I got there, he was afraid of me. He thought I meant to do it. So maybe I did. I just don't know anymore.

Will Dormer: Where is she, Finch?

Walter Finch: She's here and knows you shot Eckhart.

Will Dormer: Where's the dress?

Walter Finch: What dress?

Will Dormer: Ellie's! Kay's!

Walter Finch: She's alive, Will. Ellie!

Det. Ellie Burr: A good cop can't sleep because he's missing a piece of the puzzle. And a bad cop can't sleep because his conscience won't let him." You said that.

Will Dormer: I did? Sounds like something I'd say, don't it?

Walter Finch: Killing changes you. It's not guilt — I never meant to do it. It's, like, awareness. Life is so important, how can it be so fucking fragile?

Will Dormer: You trying to impress me, Finch? Because you've got the wrong guy. You think killing that girl makes you special, but you're not. You're the same distorted, pathetic freak I've been dealing with for 30 years. Do you how many of you I've caught with their pants down?

Walter Finch: [indignantly] I never touched her like that!

Will Dormer: But you wanted to, and now you wish you had. The best you could do was clip her nails.

Will Dormer: We better find out where this came from.

Det. Ellie Burr: I tried. Mrs. Connell doesn't know, her friends didn't know.

Will Dormer: Have you tried the jewelry stores? Small things, remember? The second you're about to dismiss something, think about it. Look at it again.

Det. Ellie Burr: Want me to write that down?

Will Dormer: No, I'll remember it.

Will Dormer: You shouldn't knock misdemeanors.

Det. Ellie Burr: Oh, but it's small stuff. It gets so boring.

Will Dormer: It's all about small stuff. You know, small lies, small mistakes. People give themselves away, same in misdemeanors as they do on murder cases. It's just human nature. Aren't you gonna write that down?

Det. Ellie Burr: So, I'm gonna just take you guys over to the lodge, and...

Will Dormer: Just take us to the station.

Det. Ellie Burr: Right. We need to get started. Most homicides are solved by work done in the first 72 hours.

Will Dormer: Well, it's 48 hours. We're a day behind. But who's counting?

Hap Eckhart: You think there have been others?

Will Dormer: No, but there's gonna be. This guy crossed the line and he didn't even blink. You don't come back from that.

Hap Eckhart: We got the Halibut Calabrese, the Halibut Olympian.

Will Dormer: Keep going.

Hap Eckhart: Halibut Cajun style.

Will Dormer: I can't wait to see what they got for dessert.

Will Dormer: [last words] Let me sleep. Just let me sleep.

Will Dormer: You don't get it, do you, Finch? You're my job. You're what I'm paid to do. You're about as mysterious to me as a blocked toilet is to a fucking plumber. Reasons for doing what you did? Who gives a fuck?

Will Dormer: Randy, this whole thing you're doing, you know, this "fuck the world" act, now that might work with your mama. It might even work with a couple of these local cops, who have known you long enough to figure you're too dumb to ever kill anyone without leaving a couple of witnesses and a signed confession. Ain't gonna work with me, because I know things, you understand? I know you beat your girlfriend. I know she was seeing somebody else. Somebody she might have even gone to see after she walked out on you Friday night. Now, you're gonna tell us who that somebody might be? Or are you so fucking stupid, you're going to leave yourself as the last person to see Kay Connell alive?

Narrator: When you come to the end of the line, with a buddy who is more than a brother and a little less than a wife, getting blind drunk together is really the only way to say farewell.

Marvin Schwarz: [[w:Mannix|Mannix; [w:The Man from U.N.C.L.E.|The Man from U.N.C.L.E.; [w:Batman (TV series)|Batman and Robin; pantomimes the fight choreography] So Rick, who's gonna kick the shit out of you next week? ]? ]? The Girl from U.N.C.L.E.? How about ]? Ping! Pow! Choom! Zoom! Down goes you, down goes your career as a leading man.

Trudi Frazer: I believe it's the job of an actor – and I say actor, not actress because the word actress is nonsensical – it's the actor's job to avoid impediments to their performance. It's the actor's job to strive for one hundred percent effectiveness. Naturally, we never succeed, but it's the pursuit..that's meaningful.

Sadie: Dig it! We all grew up watching TV. You know what I mean? If you grew up watching TV, that means you were watching murder. Every show on TV that wasn't I Love Lucy was about murder. So my idea is: we kill the people who taught us to kill. I mean, where the fuck are we, man? We are in fucking Hollywood, man! The people who an entire generation grew up watching kill people live here and they live in pigshit fucking luxury. I say fuck em! I say we cut their cocks off and make em eat it!

Tex: You two ready to kill some piggies?

Bruce Lee: [[w:Muhammad Ali|Cassius Clay; [w:Sonny Liston|Sonny Liston; [w:Wide World of Sports (American TV program)|Wide World of Sports] Now I admire ], I do. What I admire is, in his sport there is an element of true combat. When Cassius Clay meets ] in the ring, that's not two athletes posturing; that's combat. Two men, trying to kill each other right now. If you don't beat him…he kills you. That's beyond athletics. That's beyond ], you know? That's two warriors engaged in combat; that's what I admire.

Tony Montana: Rebenga! From a friend you fucked!

Immigration Officer #1: Okay. So, what do you call yourself? Uh? ¿Cómo se llama? (What's your name?)

Tony Montana: Antonio Montana. And you, what'd you call yourself?

Immigration Officer #1: [[w:English language|English] Where'd you learn to speak ], Tony?

Tony Montana: [[w:school|school; [w:father|father; [United States; [w:Humphrey Bogart|Humphrey Bogart; [w:James Cagney|James Cagney] Uh, in a ]. And my ], he was from the ]. Just like you, you know? He was a Yankee. Uh, he used to take me a lot to the movies. I learned. I watch the guys like, uh, ], ]... They teach me to talk. I like those guys. I always know one day I'm coming here, the United States.

Tony Montana: [[w:Death|He's dead] ]. He died. Sometime. Somewhere.

Immigration Officer #1: [[w:Mother|Mother] ]?

Tony Montana: She's dead, too.

Immigration Officer #1: [[w:Cousin|Cousins; [w:Sibling-in-law|brother-in-law] Any family in the States? ], ], anyone?

Tony Montana: Nobody. Everybody's dead.

Immigration Officer #1: [[w:Prison|jail] D'you ever been to ], Tony?

Tony Montana: Me? Jail? No way, no.

Immigration Officer #1: [[w:Psychiatric hospital|mental hospital] Been in a ]?

Tony Montana: [[w:Watercraft|boat] Yeah. On the ] coming over.

Immigration Officer #1: [[w:homosexuality|homosexuality] What about ], Tony? D'you like men? D'you like to dress up like a woman?

Tony Montana: [beat] What the fuck is wrong with this guy, man? He kidding me or what?

Immigration Officer #2: Just answer the questions, Tony.

Tony Montana: [[w:Fuck|Fuck] Okay. No. ], no!

Immigration Officer #1: [[w:Arrest|Arrested; [w:vagrancy|vagrancy; [w:marijuana|Marijuana] ] for ]? ]?

Tony Montana: Never, man.

Immigration Officer #1: [[w:Heroin|Heroin; ''Tony shakes head''; [w:Cocaine|Cocaine] ]? ]?

Tony Montana: No.

Immigration Officer #2: [''Tilts Tony's face with a finger''; [w:Cunnilingus|Eating pussy] Where'd you get the beauty scar, tough guy? ]?

Tony Montana: How am I gonna get a scar like that eating pussy? This was when I was a kid, you know? You should see the other kid. You can't recognize him.

Immigration Officer #2: [''Grabs Tony's hand''] And this?

Tony Montana: [[w:Significant other|my sweetheart] What? That's nothing. That's for ].

Immigration Officer #2: Sweetheart, my ass! We've been seeing more and more of these. Some kind of code these guys used in the can. Pitchfork means an {{w|assassin}} or something. D'you want to tell us about it, or d'you want to take a trip to the detention center?

Tony Montana: Okay, you got me. I was in the can one time. For buying dollars. Big deal.

Immigration Officer #2: That's pretty funny, Tony.

Tony Montana: [[w:Canadian diaspora|Canadian tourist] That's true. It was a ].

Immigration Officer #2: Did you mug him first? Get him out of here! Come on!

Tony Montana: [[w:Communism|communist; [w:Herd behavior#Sheeple|sheep; ''Mimics sheep''] So I fuck up! Let me talk to this guy. Please! Let me talk to him a minute. You a ]? Huh? How'd you like it, man? They tell you all the time what to do, what to think, what to feel. Do you wanna be like a ]? Like all those other people?

Immigration Officer #2: I don't have to listen to this bullshit!

Tony: [[w:Cuba–Soviet Union relations|the fuckin' Russian shoes; [w:Human rights in Cuba|a political prisoner from Cuba; [w:Human rights|my fuckin' human rights, now; ''Slams desk''; [Jimmy Carter] D'you wanna work eight, ten fucking hours? You own nothing, you got nothing! D'you want a chivato (sneaky informer) on every corner looking after you? Watching everything you do? Everything you say, man? D'you know I eat octopus three times a day? I've got fucking octopus coming out of my fucking ears. I've got ] my feet's comin through. How'd you like that? What, d'you want me to stay there and do nothing? Hey, I'm no fuckin criminal, man. I'm no puto (whore) or thief. I'm Tony Montana, ]. And I want ]! Just like the President ] says. Okay?

Immigration Officer #1: Carter should see this human right. He's really good. What do you say, Harry?

Immigration Officer #2: [[Fidel Castro|Castro; [w:Mariel boatlift|shittin' all over us] I don't believe a word of this shit! They all sound the same to me. That son of a bitch ] is ]. Send this bastard to Freedom Town. Let them take a look at him. Get him outta here.

Tony: [''Tony gets manhandled out of the room''] D'you know somethin'? D'you can send me anywhere. Here, there, this, that; it don't matter. There's nothing you can do to me that Castro has not done. Nothing!

Tony Montana: [''To Manny over assassinating a former-Cuban politician''] You know I kill a communist for fun... but for a green card, I'm gonna carve em up real nice.

Tony Montana: Do you know what a chazzer is, Frank? That's a pig that can't fly straight!

Tony Montana: Why don't you try sticking your head up your ass? See if it fits.

Tony Montana: Amigo, the only thing in this world that gives orders is balls, you got that? Balls.

Tony Montana: The eyes, chico. They never lie.

Tony Montana: [''Shouting defiantly after being shot several times''; ''While being shot repeatedly''] Hey, how'd you like that? Huh? You fuckin maricón! Hey, cockroaches! You think you can take me?! You need a fuckin army if you're gonna take me! You hear?! C'mon! I'll take you all to fuckin Hell! Come on! Come on! Come to me! Okay! Who you think you fuckin with? I'm Tony Montana! You fuck with me, you fuckin with the best! Come on! I'm still standin', huh! Fuck! Come on! Go ahead! I'll take your fuckin bullet! Come on! I'll take your fuckin bullets! You think you can kill me with bullets?! I'll take your fuckin bullets! Go ahead!

Tony Montana: [[w:AFI's 100 Years... 100 Movie Quotes|American Film Institute's list of the top 100 movie quotations] *Note: the bolded and italicized line is ranked #61 in the ] in American cinema.

Tony Montana: Okay, Sosa. YOU WANNA FUCK WITH ME?! You fucking with the best! You wanna fuck with me? Okay. Okay, you little cockroaches... come on! You wanna play games? Okay, I can play with you. Come on! Okay, YOU WANNA PLAY ROUGH?! Okay! SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!

Tony Montana: I'm Tony Montana! You fuck with me, you fuckin with the best!