Joe MantegnaQuotes

Bobby Gold: You sorry fucking sack of shit. You shot my partner.

Robert Randolph: Yeah, man, and you could have paid me back if you would have brought your gun. That was your mistake, man.

Tim Sullivan: What is this?

Bobby Gold: That's the strap the guy tore off my holster.

Tim Sullivan: Well, go get it fixed, will ya? Go take a cooling walk- somethin'.

Bobby Gold: You mad at me?

Tim Sullivan: Yeah, I'm mad at you! I'm not gonna invite you to my birthday party! You dumb kike. Go get your holster fixed.

Bobby Gold: Man's got no call to question my loyalty.

Tim Sullivan: How's your head?

Bobby Gold: He had no fuckin call to get racial on me.

Tim Sullivan: So he called you one, you called him one. We get to the gym...

Bobby Gold: Sonofabitch is gonna go.

Tim Sullivan: Yeah, I feel it too.

Bobby Gold: Piece'a cake.

Tim Sullivan: Either piece'a cake or a slice'a life, you notice that?

Bobby Gold: Yeah, I've remarked that, ain't that the truth?

Tim Sullivan: That is the truth.

Bobby Gold: We could've brought the sonofabitch with a knock onna door.

Tim Sullivan: Well let's go bring him in then.

Bobby Gold: That's right.

Tim Sullivan: Garner summa them kudos n all that they got.

Bobby Gold: That's right. FBI, man...

Tim Sullivan: That's right.

Bobby Gold: FBI could fuck up a baked potato.

Tim Sullivan: [[Joe Louis] F-B-I, couldn't find ] inna bowl of rice. Know what's needed here?

Bobby Gold: What, Sully?

Tim Sullivan: Police work.

Bobby Gold: Yeah. Summa that police work that people talk about.

Bobby Gold: What happened to the job?

Tim Sullivan: Mm.

Bobby Gold: Fuckin politics, man, nuthin but politics. Motherfucker called me a kike...

Tim Sullivan: I heard im.

Bobby Gold: Job's changed. It ain't the same job.

Tim Sullivan: Job's the same...

Bobby Gold: Yeah?

Tim Sullivan: People dyin', people killin em. How's your head? Sonofabitch whopped you a good one.

Bobby Gold: Yeah.

Tim Sullivan: We get to the gym... that sonofabitch whopped you mean, you're gi'in a, bump on there. Here, uh... put the, put the meat on it, from my lunch. Put the meat on it.

Bobby Gold: You're kiddin'...

Tim Sullivan: Nah, it's... draw it. Really.

Bobby Gold: Hey what dont'chu know?

Tim Sullivan: Innit?

Bobby Gold: You are one smart Indian.

Bobby Gold: [picks up the phone in the study; laughs; Hangs up and notices that the dead woman's granddaughter is in the room - and has heard everything] Detective Gold. Tim! She- the old lady. She gonna give him up? She gonna give him up? You got her? You worked her around. Fantastic! Oh, fuck me! Why do I always miss it? She said what? Oh, yeah, I'm the linchpin. Big deal. Oh, man. Was it sweet? I would have been there. I'm stuck here with my- my Jews. You should see this fuckin room. No, fuckin bullshit. Bunch of high-strung fuckin bullshit. They pay so much taxes- Fuck em. Yo! She did? Fan-fuckin'-tastic! What? Oh, some bullshit. Somebody's taking shots at em- hey, fuck em. Don't tell me. Don't send the old lady work down there and tell me how you're so surprised. Fuck em and the taxes they pay. You tell me. Ten more bucks a week they're makin', lettin her work down there? Hey, not my people, baby. Fuck em. There's so much anti-Semitism the last 4,000 years we must be doin somethin to bring it about. I'll see you at the house half an hour. Yo, Tim. See you then.

Tony Gardella: [about Papadakis] He's very arty, pretentious, one of those assholes who shoots all his films in black and white.

Tony Gardella: Tom Dale. Big star. He's in New York filming an adaptation of a sequel of a remake.

Norby: Hey, Eddie, you sure you don't wanna go check to see if they left the money?

Eddie: Oh, that's a good idea. We get the living hell tore out of us by a baby! Three fully grown men versus fifteen pounds of pink flesh with a mouth. Now, what chance have we got of strolling into that alley and coming out with anything less than one and forty years in prison?

Veeko: No way.

Eddie: No, thank you! This is a hexed situation. We walk away while we're still ahead.

Veeko: We took a licking and kept on ticking.

Eddie: We'll go back to banks. Dealing with grownups, I don't want no kiddy stuff.

Norby: We did all right with banks.

Veeko: Or a convenience store once in a while, keeps things interesting.

Eddie: [to Norby and Veeko] You know, I tell you one thing I learned from all this, I ain't never gonna have any kids of my own.

Norby: Yeah, seeing as you burnt down the only tree in your forest, I wouldn't worry about it.

Eddie: [about Bink] Why don't you shut up? I don't wanna ever hear another word about that rotten, snake-bit baby.

Eddie: [calls for help] Norby! Veeko!

Veeko: Hey! We're down here!

Norby: Hey, Ed! We better go before I dry!

Veeko: Ed, can you see the baby from up there? Just hang on and we'll come on up. I got an idea.

Cop 1: Have you guys seen a baby around here?

Eddie: The park is full of...babies.

Cop 2: Yeah, well, there's been a kidnapping.

Norby: Well, that's a crying shame. It's amazing what people will do for money.

Veeko: Yeah, for five million...

Eddie: [Baby Bink turns on the lighter; absolutely moans] If we see anything... Excuse me. If we see anything, we'll be sure to notify...

Cop 2: He's got a bad heart.

Eddie: Excuse me. The police. Thank you.

Veeko: Hey, Eddie, maybe he went down a rabbit hole.

Eddie: We're serious about our work. You wanna make jokes? Join the circus.

Veeko: I worked at Burger King three years. This is worse than that.

Eddie: Don't blame me. We'd be resting easy if Butterfingers here hadn't lost the kid.

Norby: I lost the kid? I lost the kid?! Oh, well, that's news to me.

Eddie: Who putted himself to sleep reading the kid's nursery story?!

Norby: Who left the window open?!

Veeko: That was me.

Eddie: You idiots are why we don't got the kid. As far as I'm concerned, you can drop out and I'll keep the five million myself. Frankly, you don't deserve a penny!

Veeko: You'd stiff us?

Norby: Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Don't get hot, Eddie. Don't get hot. We're all just tired from getting torn apart.

Eddie: Oh, like I like to fall off buildings and jump in ditches! That's the breaks. We're dealing with a baby. Babies are obviously more dangerous than we thought.

Norby: It don't figure, Eddie. They're so small.

Eddie: [they notice Bink's foot tracks] When I boxed, the guys I most feared were those who feared nothing. Babies are like that, they ain't afraid of nothing. Baby tracks.

Michael Corleone: [the assembled Dons laugh] You all know Joey Zasa. He is, I admit, an important man. His picture is on the cover of the New York Times Magazine. He gets the Esquire Magazine award for the best dressed gangster. The newspapers praise him because he hires the blacks into his family, which shows he has a good heart. Who knows, maybe someday he will make all of you popular.

Joey Zasa: [walks around the table] It's true, I make more of a bella figura. That is my nature. But I also want to make a move into legitimate enterprises. I also want a pin from the Pope. Sure, I take the blacks and the Spanish into my family, because that's America.

Michael: And you guarantee that they don't deal the drugs in those neighborhoods?

Joey: I don't guarantee that. I guarantee that I'll kill anyone who does.

Don Altobello: [to Michael, nervously] Let me talk to him.

Michael: Who can refuse Don Altobello?

Don Altobello: Joey...

Joey: [angry] No! I say to all of you that I have been treated this day with no respect! I've made you all money. And I asked for little. Good. You won't give, I'll take! As for Don Corleone, he has made it very clear today that he is my enemy! You must choose between us.