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Henry Loma: Yous're a pistol, you're really funny. You're really funny.

Tommy DeVito: What practise yous mean I'm funny?

Henry Colina: It's funny, you know. Information technology'southward a good story, it's funny, you're a funny guy.

[laughs]

Tommy DeVito: What do you lot mean, you lot mean the manner I talk? What?

Henry Hill: Information technology'south only, you know. You're just funny, it's... funny, you know the style y'all tell the story and everything.

Tommy DeVito: [it becomes serenity] Funny how? What's funny almost it?

Anthony Stabile: Tommy no, you lot got it all wrong.

Tommy DeVito: Oh, oh, Anthony. He'southward a large boy, he knows what he said. What did ya say? Funny how?

Henry Colina: Jus...

Tommy DeVito: What?

Henry Hill: Only... ya know... you're funny.

Tommy DeVito: You hateful, let me understand this cause, ya know perhaps it'due south me, I'm a little fucked up mayhap, only I'm funny how, I mean funny like I'm a clown, I amuse you? I make you laugh, I'm hither to fuckin' charm you? What do you mean funny, funny how? How am I funny?

Henry Hill: Just... y'all know, how you lot tell the story, what?

Tommy DeVito: No, no, I don't know, yous said information technology. How exercise I know? You said I'yard funny. How the fuck am I funny, what the fuck is so funny about me? Tell me, tell me what's funny!

Henry Colina: [long intermission] Get the fuck out of hither, Tommy!

Tommy DeVito: [everyone laughs] Ya motherfucker! I almost had him, I almost had him. Ya stuttering prick ya. Frankie, was he shaking? I wonder about you sometimes, Henry. You may fold under questioning.

Henry Loma: [narrating] As far back as I can remember I always wanted to exist a gangster.

Henry Colina: [narrating] You know, we e'er chosen each other good fellas. Like you said to, uh, somebody, "You're gonna like this guy. He'southward all correct. He's a practiced fella. He's 1 of u.s.a.." You understand? We were practiced fellas. Wiseguys. Simply Jimmy and I could never be made because we had Irish gaelic claret. It didn't even affair that my female parent was Sicilian. To get a member of a crew yous've got to exist one hundred per cent Italian so they can trace all your relatives dorsum to the old land. Encounter, it'south the highest honor they can requite you. It means you belong to a family and crew. Information technology ways that nobody tin fuck around with you. It besides means y'all could fuck effectually with anybody but as long every bit they aren't also a member. It's like a license to steal. It's a license to do annihilation. As far equally Jimmy was concerned with Tommy being made, it was like we were all being made. We would now take one of our ain as a member.

Henry Hill: [narrating] Paulie may have moved ho-hum, but it was only because Paulie didn't accept to motility for anybody.

Tommy DeVito: No more shines, Billy.

Billy Batts: What?

Tommy DeVito: I said, no more shines. Perchance you didn't hear about it, y'all've been away a long fourth dimension. They didn't go upwardly there and tell you. I don't polish shoes anymore.

Billy Batts: Relax, volition ya? Ya flip right out, what'south got into you? I'm breaking your balls a little flake, that's all. I'm merely kidding with ya...

Tommy DeVito: Sometimes you don't audio like you're kidding, you know, there'south a lotta people around...

Baton Batts: I'one thousand but kidding with you, we're having a party, I just came dwelling house and I haven't seen you lot in a long time and I'm breaking your balls, and you're getting fucking fresh. I'chiliad sorry, I didn't mean to offend yous.

Tommy DeVito: I'one thousand distressing too. It'south okay. No problem.

Baton Batts: Okay, salud.

Billy Batts: [takes a drink] Now go home and become your fuckin' shinebox.

Tommy DeVito: Mother fuckin' mutt! Yous, you lot fucking piece of shit!

Baton Batts: [taunting] Yeah, yes, yeah, come up on, come on, come on!

Tommy DeVito: Motherfucking... He bought his fucking button! That fake old tough guy! You bought your fucking push button! You mother fuck... Fuck! Keep that motherfucker hither, keep him here!

[leaves]

Henry Hill: [narrating] Now the guy's got Paulie as a partner. Whatsoever problems, he goes to Paulie. Trouble with the bill? He can get to Paulie. Trouble with the cops, deliveries, Tommy, he can call Paulie. Simply now the guy's gotta come up with Paulie's money every calendar week, no matter what. Business bad? Fuck y'all, pay me. Oh, you lot had a burn? Fuck you, pay me. Place got hit by lightning, huh? Fuck you, pay me.

Henry Hill: [narrating, Henry has simply been disrepair for dealing drugs] For a second I thought I was expressionless. Merely, when I heard all the dissonance, I knew they were cops. Merely cops talk that way. If they'd been wiseguys, I wouldn't have heard a thing. I would've been expressionless.

[terminal lines]

Henry Hill: [narrating] Annihilation I wanted was a phone call away. Free cars. The keys to a dozen hideout flats all over the metropolis. I bet 20, xxx grand over a weekend and then I'd either blow the winnings in a week or go to the sharks to pay back the bookies.

[Henry leaves the witness stand and speaks directly to the camera]

Henry Hill: Didn't matter. It didn't hateful annihilation. When I was bankrupt, I'd exit and rob some more than. We ran everything. Nosotros paid off cops. Nosotros paid off lawyers. We paid off judges. Everybody had their hands out. Everything was for the taking. And at present it'due south all over.

[narrating]

Henry Hill: And that'due south the hardest part. Today everything is different; in that location'south no activity... accept to wait around similar everyone else. Tin't even get decent food - right after I got hither, I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce, and I got egg noodles and ketchup. I'one thousand an average nobody... go to live the residuum of my life like a schnook.

Henry Hill: [narrating] Jimmy was the kind of guy that rooted for bad guys in the movies.

Jimmy Conway: [after Tommy shoots Spider] What's the fuckin' affair with yous? What - what is the fuckin' matter with you lot? What are y'all, stupid or what? Tommy, Tommy, I'm kidding with y'all. What the fuck are you doin'? What are y'all, a fuckin' sick bedlamite?

Tommy DeVito: How am I meant to know you're kidding? What you lot mean, you're kidding? You breaking my fuckin' balls?

Jimmy Conway: I'm fuckin' kidding with y'all! You fuckin' shoot the guy?

Henry Hill: He'southward expressionless.

Tommy DeVito: Expert shot. What do y'all desire from me? Good shot.

Anthony Stabile: How could you lot miss at this distance?

Tommy DeVito: What? You got a problem with what I did Anthony?

Anthony Stabile: No

Tommy DeVito: Fuckin' rat anyhow. His family'south all rats. He'll grow up to be a rat.

Jimmy Conway: You lot stupid bastard, I can't fuckin' believe you lot. At present, you're gonna dig the fuckin' matter now. Y'all're gonna dig the hole. You're gonna do it. I got no fuckin' lime. You're gonna do it.

Tommy DeVito: Who the fuck cares? I'll dig the fuckin' hole. I don't give a fuck. What is it, the first hole I dug? Not the first time I dug a hole. I'll fuckin' dig a hole. Where are the shovels?

Karen: [narrating] I know there are women, like my best friends, who would have gotten out of in that location the minute their boyfriend gave them a gun to hibernate. But I didn't. I got to acknowledge the truth. It turned me on.

Spider: [hesitating] Why don't yous go fuck yourself, Tommy?

Jimmy Conway: [stunned silence] Whoa! Can't believe what I just heard. Hey Spider, here. This is for you lot.

[tosses money on the table]

Jimmy Conway: Attaboy! I got respect for this kid. He's got a lot of fucking balls. Expert for you! Don't take no shit off nobody.

Henry Hill: [narrating] And so there was Jimmy Two Times, who got that nickname because he said everything twice, similar:

Jimmy Two Times: I'one thousand gonna become get the papers, get the papers.

Henry Hill: [narrating] If y'all're part of a crew, nobody ever tells you that they're going to impale you, doesn't happen that fashion. There weren't any arguments or curses like in the movies. See, your murderers come with smiles, they come as your friends, the people who've cared for y'all all of your life. And they ever seem to come at a time that you're at your weakest and most in need of their help.

Henry Hill: I swear to my fucking mother, if y'all touch her again, You lot'RE Expressionless.

Henry Colina: [narrating] For us to live whatever other way was nuts. Uh, to us, those goody-good people who worked shitty jobs for bum paychecks and took the subway to work every twenty-four hours, and worried about their bills, were dead. I mean, they were suckers. They had no balls. If nosotros wanted something, we just took it. If anyone complained twice they got hit so bad, believe me, they never complained again.

Jimmy Conway: I'one thousand not mad, I'thou proud of yous. You took your starting time pinch similar a man and you lot larn two great things in your life. Look at me, never rat on your friends and always keep your oral cavity shut.

Karen: What do yous practice?

Henry Loma: I'thousand in construction.

Karen: [She feels the softness of his easily] They don't feel like you're in construction.

Henry Loma: Ah, I'grand a union delegate.

Henry Hill: [narrating] It was revenge for Billy Batts, and a lot of other things. And there was nothing that nosotros could do about it. Batts was a fabricated man, and Tommy wasn't. And we had to sit still and take it. It was among the Italians. It was existent greaseball shit. They even shot Tommy in the confront so his mother couldn't give him an open up coffin at the funeral.

Jimmy Conway: [after boot Batts to near decease] Look what this fucking mutt did to my shoes.

Tommy DeVito: We hit the deer and his paw... What do you call information technology? The mitt.

Jimmy Conway: [Speaking through a mouth full of pasta] The hoof.

Tommy DeVito: It got caught in the grill. I got to hack information technology off.

Henry Hill: [narrating] Killing's got to exist accepted. Murder was the just way that everybody stayed in line. You got out of line, yous got whacked. Everybody knew the rules.

Henry Hill: [narrating] All they got from Paulie was protection from other guys looking to rip them off. That'due south what it's all about. That's what the FBI tin can never understand - that what Paulie and the arrangement offer is protection for the kinds of guys who tin can't go to the cops. They're like the police section for wiseguys.

Henry Loma: [narrating] Whenever nosotros needed money, we'd rob the airport. To u.s., it was better than Citibank.

Tommy DeVito: [Tommy mocks at Spider] Oklahoma Child. That's me. I'm the Oklahoma Kid. You fuckin' varmint! Dance. Trip the light fantastic. YAHOO, YA MOTHERFUCKER!

[shoots Spider in the foot]

Henry Hill: [narrating; Paul is slicing the garlic with a razor] In prison, dinner was always a big thing. Nosotros had a pasta course and so we had a meat or fish. Paulie did the prep work. He was doing a year for antipathy, and he had this wonderful system for doing the garlic. He used a razor, and he used to slice it so thin that he used to liquefy in the pan with just a fiddling oil. It was a very good organisation.

Henry Hill: [narrating] I solar day some of the kids from the neighborhood carried my mother's groceries all the way home. You know why? It was outta respect.

Tommy DeVito: Sure, mom, I settle down with a nice girl every night, and so I'm free the next morning time.

Henry Hill: [narrating] I felt he used besides many onions, merely information technology was withal a very practiced sauce.

Paul Cicero: Vinnie, don't put too many onions in the sauce.

Vinnie: I didn't put likewise much onions, uh, Paul. 3 modest onions. That'southward all I did.

Johnny Dio: 3 onions? How many cans of tomatoes y'all put in there?

Vinnie: I put ii cans, two big cans.

Johnny Dio: Yous don't need 3 onions.

Henry Hill: [narrating] Jimmy had never asked me to exercise a hit before, and at present he's asking me to get down to Florida with Anthony to make a striking.

[Jimmy gives him a pack of matches with a number]

Henry Hill: [narrating] That's when I knew I would never have come dorsum from Florida alive.

Tommy DeVito: [sitting in car with Henry] The only thing, is she won't go out with me lone, you know?

Henry Colina: No.

Tommy DeVito: No, what?

Henry Hill: No.

Tommy DeVito: No, what, Henry? Who the fuck asked you anything? I didn't even ask you anything, at least hear what I accept to say.

Henry Hill: Alright, what?

Tommy DeVito: Okay, what? She don't want to go out with Italians lonely. She'southward prejudiced confronting Italians. Do you believe that? In this 24-hour interval and age? What the fuck is the world coming to? I can't believe this, prejudiced against Ital - a Jew broad - prejudiced against Italians. Anyway, she won't go out with me solitary unless her girlfriend comes with her, so I figured you lot could come along and become out with her girlfriend.

Henry Colina: Run across? I knew information technology - I knew it. I knew it. I knew it.

Tommy DeVito: Y'all knew what, Henry? Run across? What? What the fuck is incorrect with that?

Henry Hill: When is this?

Tommy DeVito: Tomorrow night.

Henry Hill: I tin't tomorrow night, I gotta meet Tuddy.

Tommy DeVito: Yous could come across Tuddy. You could fucking come early and then still become.

Henry Colina: Tommy, Tommy. Why do you always practice this to me?

Tommy DeVito: Don't requite me that fucking "Tommy" shit. What the fuck I asked y'all for, Henry? I asked yous for a favor. I practice a lot of fucking favors for you, don't I? I'm trying to bang this fucking broad, you wanna assist me out!

[view switches to outside of automobile with view of restaurant, smoke billows from eating house windows]

Tommy DeVito: It'south like... uh... ah...

Henry Hill: What?

Tommy DeVito: I don't empathise you! She's fucking cute. Her fucking family, they live in the 5 Towns there. Y'all know these Jew broads got a lot of money. Perchance the family owns the whole fucking block. and y'all happen to cease up with a big fucking score, motherfucker.

Henry Loma: [turning to expect at the restaurant] Oh fuck!

Tommy DeVito: What?

Henry Hill: Come across? With your fucking mouth!

[car speeds abroad]

Henry Hill: [narrating] When they constitute Carbone in the meat truck, he was frozen and then stiff it took them three days to thaw him out for the dissection.

Tommy DeVito: Hey, Spider, that fuckin' cast on your foot is bigger than your fuckin' head.

Baton Batts: Hey Jimmy! What'due south correct is right. Yous understand what I'k talking almost?

Jimmy Conway: Information technology'south all right. It'southward all right.

Baton Batts: No. The kid'southward over here. Nosotros're hugging and kissing over here. And two minutes later, he'southward acting similar a fucking wiggle.

Jimmy Conway: No, no, no, no, no. You insulted him a picayune flake. You got a petty bit out of order yourself.

Billy Batts: No I didn't insult him. I didn't insult him.

Jimmy Conway: I'thousand sad. You insulted him a little fleck.

Billy Batts: No, I didn't insult nobody. Give usa a drink. Give the states a drinkable.

Henry Hill: [narrating] And when the cops, when they assigned a whole army to end Jimmy, what'd he do? He fabricated 'em partners.

Janice Rossi: [Karen buzzing over and over on her married man's girlfriend's intercom] Hello. Hello?

Karen: Howdy? This is Karen Hill, I want to talk to you.

[pressing the 2R button, she hangs up]

Karen: Hello? Don't hang upwardly on me! I desire to talk to y'all! Y'all keep away from my husband, you hear me? Hi? Open up the door!

[keeps hit the buttons]

Karen: ANSWER ME!

[she keeps pressing the 2R push]

Karen: I'm going to tell everybody who walks in this building that in 2R, Rossi, you lot're naught only a whore!

[gets on phone]

Karen: Is this the superintendent?... Yep, I want yous to know, sir! That you have a whore living in 2R!

Janice Rossi: Shit.

Karen: [hits the 2R button] Rossi! Janice Rossi, do you hear me? He's MY husband! Get your own goddamn human!

Tommy DeVito: Just don't become busting my balls, Billy, okay?

Billy Batts: Hey, Tommy, if I was gonna suspension your assurance, I'd tell you to get abode and go your polish box.

[to his friends]

Baton Batts: Now this kid, this kid was groovy. They, they used to call him Spitshine Tommy.

Tommy DeVito: He said, "No, you're gonna tell me something today, tough guy." I said, "All right, I'll tell you something: go fuck your mother."

Jimmy Conway: [Frenchy is describing a large shipment of cash at Idlewild Airport to Jimmy and Henry] What well-nigh the security?

Frenchy: Security? Y'all're looking at information technology.

Tommy DeVito: All right, so he got shot in the human foot, what is it, a big fuckin' deal?

Karen: [narrating] After awhile, it got to be all normal. None of it seemed like crime. It was more like Henry was enterprising, and that he and the guys were making a few bucks hustling, while all the other guys were sitting on their asses, waiting for handouts. Our husbands weren't brain surgeons, they were blueish-collar guys. The only way they could brand extra money, real actress coin, was to become out and cutting a few corners.

[Cuts to Henry and Tommy hijacking a truck]

Karen: [narrating] One night, Bobby Vinton sent the states champagne. In that location was zilch like information technology. I didn't remember there was anything foreign in any of this. You know, a twenty-one-twelvemonth-old child with such connections. He was an exciting guy. He was really nice. He introduced me to everybody. Everybody wanted to be nice to him. And he knew how to handle it.

Tommy DeVito: What the fuck you looking at? Come on. Make that coffee to go. Allow's get.

[Frankie mumbles something and goes to the door with the coffee pot in his mitt]

Tommy DeVito: What the fuck are you doing? It's a joke! A joke! Put the fucking pot down!

Karen: [narrating] It was like he had 2 families. The first time I was introduced to all of them at one time, it was crazy. Paulie and his brothers had lots of sons and nephews. And almost all of them were named Peter or Paul. Information technology was unbelievable. There must have been two dozen Peters and Pauls at the hymeneals. Plus, they were all married to girls named Marie. And they named all their daughters Marie. Past the fourth dimension I finished coming together everybody, I thought I was drunk.

Tommy DeVito: You know Spider, you're a fuckin' mumbling stuttering piffling fuck. You lot know that?

Paul Cicero: I don't want any more of that shit.

Henry Hill: What shit? What are yous talking virtually?

Paul Cicero: Just stay away from the garbage, you know what I hateful.

Henry Hill: Look, Paulie...

Paul Cicero: I'm not talking about what yous did within, yous did what you had to exercise, I'm talking about now, from now, here and now.

Henry Colina: Paulie, why would I desire to get into that...

Paul Cicero: Don't make a jerk out of me, just don't do information technology... just don't do information technology. Now I desire to talk to you about Jimmy, you have to watch out for him. He's a good earner but he'southward wild, takes too many chances.

Henry Hill: Yeah, I know that, I know Jimmy, you recollect I would take chances like Jimmy?

Paul Cicero: And Tommy, he'southward a expert kid likewise. Simply he's crazy, he'southward a cowboy, he's got also much to prove. You gotta scout out for kids like this.

Henry Colina: Yeah, I know what they are, I only use them for sure things, believe me, y'all don't have to worry.

Paul Cicero: Listen, I ain't gonna get fucked like Gribbs, empathize? Gribbs is lxx years quondam, and the fuckin' guy'southward gonna die in prison. I don't need that. And so I'm alarm everybody, EVERYBODY. It could exist my son, information technology could be anybody. Gribbs got twenty years just for saying "hello" to some fuck who was sneaking backside his back selling junk. I don't need that. Own't gonna happen to me, you understand?

Henry Hill: Uh huh.

Paul Cicero: Y'all know that you're but out early because I got you a job. I don't need this estrus, understand that.

Henry Hill: Uh huh.

Paul Cicero: And y'all come across everyone fucking around with this shit, y'all're going to tell me, right?

Henry Hill: Yeah.

Paul Cicero: [slaps him] That means anybody!

Henry Hill: All right.

Paul Cicero: Aye?

Henry Hill: Yeah, of course.

Morrie: Henry, you lot're a good kid, I've been good to you, you've been expert to me. But at that place'south something actually unreasonable going on here. Jimmy's being an unconsionable brawl-breaker. I never agreed to three points on tiptop of the vig! Am I something special? Some sort of schmuck on wheels?

Henry Hill: Morrie, please! You borrowed Jimmy'south money, pay him.

Morrie: I never agreed to iii points on elevation of the vig! What am I, fuckin nuts? Come up on!

Henry Colina: Are you gonna contend with Jimmy Conway? Just give him his coin so nosotros tin can get the fuck outta hither!

Morrie: Hey! Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em in the ear! What are you talking about? Fuck 'em in the other ear, that son of a bitch! Did I ever bust his assurance? Did I? Did I? I could've jumped the dime a million times, and I wouldn't have to pay tip!

Henry Loma: Come up on, Morrie, you lot're talking crazy, stop it!

Jimmy Conway: [Grabs phone cord and chokes Morrie with it, and so his wig falls off and Henry starts laughing] You lot got coin for that fuckin' commercial. Fuckin' commercial, you don't got my money, yous don't got my fuckin' money, huh?

Henry Hill: Jimmy, he'll pay, he'll pay.

Jimmy Conway: I'll fuckin' impale you, go the coin, you fuckin' cocksucker, you hear me?

[Phone rings]

Jimmy Conway: Pay me my money.

Morrie: Howdy? Who's this? He's hither.

[Gives phone to Henry]

Morrie: Jimmy, I'chiliad distressing.

Jimmy Conway: Yep? You should be sorry. Don't fuckin' practice it again and give me the money. Give me the fuckin' coin, You lot hear me? You hear me, I gotta come up here and you bosom my balls? Give me the fuckin' money.

Morrie: OK, OK, OK. I'll pay you, kid.

Sonny Bunz: Simply I'm worried, I hateful, I'm hearin' all kinds a fuckin' bad things. I mean he's treating me similar I'm a fuckin' half-a-fag or somethin'. I'm gonna wind up a lammist, I gotta get on the fuckin' lam in social club to get abroad from this guy? This ain't right, Paulie.

Karen: [after Henry has stood her upward on what was to be their second date] You got some nervus standing me upwards like that last night! Nobody does that to me! Who the Hell do y'all think you are? Frankie Valli or some kinda bigshot?

Henry Hill: [narrating] And so what does she do later on she hangs up with me? After everything I told her? After all her "yeah, yes, yeah" bullshit? She picks upward the phone and calls from the house. Now, if everyone was listening, they'd know everything - they knew a packet was leaving from my house - they'd even accept the time and flight number, thanks to her.

Jimmy Conway: [referring to Henry and Karen] She'll never divorce him. She'll kill him but she won't divorce him.

Henry Hill: [voiceover] I could come across for the showtime time that Jimmy was a nervous wreck. His mind was going in 8 dissimilar directions at once.

Jimmy Conway: Recollect Morrie tells his married woman everything?

Henry Hill: Morrie? Him?

Henry Hill: [voiceover] That'due south when I knew that Jimmy was gonna whack Morrie. That'southward how it happens. That's how fast it takes for a guy to go whacked.

Tommy DeVito: What the fuck are you lot doing? You lot're hanging effectually my fuckin' neck like a vulture, like impending danger.

Morrie: [on Morrie's wig commercial] Don't buy wigs that come off at the wrong time.

Tommy DeVito: [nearly Morrie's corpse] Hey Frank, let'due south chop him upwards.

Frankie Carbone: All correct.

[starts to exit of the car]

Tommy DeVito: Where you going? Where you going, you airheaded motherfucker, you lot?

Frankie Carbone: To chop him upwardly.

Tommy DeVito: At Charlie's, not here!

[Carbone mumbles to himself in Italian]

Tommy DeVito: Come on, what are you doing? Let's get the fuck outta here. I oughta let him

[motions to Morrie]

Tommy DeVito: fucking bulldoze. What are you lot waiting for?

Frankie Carbone: The car's cold.

Tommy DeVito: Get the fuck outta here! What fucking warm enough? Become outta here!

Billy Batts: [nether his breath after Tommy leaves the bar] I'll fuck him in his ass. I fucked kids like him in the tin can in the ass. Fuckin' trying to pause upward my party.

Henry Hill: [narrating] By the time I grew upwardly, there was thirty billion a twelvemonth in cargo moving through Idlewild Airport and believe me, we tried to steal as of it.

Tommy DeVito: [Henry, Jimmy and Tommy are earthworks up Billy Batts' decomposed corpse. Henry is coughing from the stench, while the others don't announced to be bothered] Hey, Henry, Henry, hurry upwardly, volition ya? My female parent's gonna brand some fried peppers and sausage for us.

[Jimmy and Tommy express joy while Henry coughs]

Jimmy Conway: Oh, hey, Henry, Henry! Here'south an arm!

Henry Colina: Very funny, guys.

Jimmy Conway: Here's a leg!

Tommy DeVito: Hither's a fly!

[laughs]

Tommy DeVito: Hey, what do you like, the leg or the wing, Henry? Or ya still go for the old hearts and lungs?

Henry Hill: [Airsickness] Oh, that's and so bad!

Paul Cicero: Tommy's a bad seed. What am I supposed to practise? Shoot him?

Sonny Bunz: That wouldn't be a bad idea.

Jimmy Conway: Watch this.

Henry Loma: Ah, don't fuck with them.

Jimmy Conway: I exercise it all the time. Bust their fucking assurance.

Henry Hill: Don't give 'em the satisfaction, the fucks.

Jimmy Conway: [taps on car window of two cops post-obit him, who had fallen asleep] Come on, fuckos, let'south go for a ride.

[he and Henry laugh]

Jimmy Conway: Go on 'em up all dark.

Tuddy Cicero: [as Paulie is beingness arrested] Why don't you boys go down to Wall Street and find some real crooks? Whoever sold you those suits had a wonderful sense of sense of humour.

Henry Colina: [later Karen points gun at him while he's sleeping] I got enough to worry about getting whacked on the street! I gotta come home for this? I should fucking impale yous!

Tommy DeVito: "What do you lot want to tell me now, tough guy?" I said, "Bing, what are you doing hither? I thought I told you lot to become fuck your mother!"

[group laughs]

Tommy DeVito: I thought he was gonna shit!

Law Detective: [to Henry] Talk to me, when was the last time y'all took a neckband? Hey fuckhead, I'm talking to you lot. You don't wanna say a fucking word to me, yous don't have to. I don't really give a fuck. Xx five years, pal, that's what you're looking at. Hey, your pals are here. Yous don't want to talk to me, you lot're gonna have a fucking problem all dark 'crusade I'll be on you like shit. New York Land. 20 5 fucking years, pal.

[the detectives bring in the utensils Henry used to brand coke]

Police Detective: What, were y'all guys grocery shopping? What, are we going to make a block? Gonna make a fucking cake? Got anything good in in that location or what?

[a detective tastes the residue in a pan]

Police Detective: Is it adept?

[detective nods; to Henry]

Law Detective: Ha ha ha ha. Farewell bye, dickhead. Ha ha ha. See yous in Attica, dick.

Karen: [narrating, referring to the other wives] They all had bad skin and wore too much make upwardly. They didn't expect very good; they wait beat up. The stuff they wore were thrown together and inexpensive, a lot of pantsuits and double knits. They talked about beating their kids with broom handles and leather belts, and that their kids still didn't pay any attention. When Henry picked me up, I was featherbrained.

Morrie: [Talking nearly betoken shaving] Oh, it was terrific, yeah. Nunzio, up in... agh!

[Tommy severs Morrie's brain stem from behind with an water ice pick]

Tommy DeVito: Thought he'd never shut the fuck upwards.

Jimmy Conway: Ah, pain in the ass.

Jimmy Conway: [Johnny bought an expensive pink Cadillac coupe for his wife after the Lufthansa Heist] Johnny, are you basics? Nosotros got a million fucking bulls out there. Everybody's watching u.s. and you get a fuckin' machine!

Johnny Roastbeef: It's under my female parent'south proper name. It'southward wedding ceremony gift.

Jimmy Conway: I don't requite a fuck whose proper noun information technology'southward on! Are y'all stupid or what? Did you hear what I said? Don't purchase anything, don't get anything! Nothing big. Didn't y'all hear what I said? What's the thing with you lot?

Johnny Roastbeef: What am I getting excited for, Jimmy?

Jimmy Conway: Why am I getting all excited most information technology? Because you're gonna get us all fucking pinched, that's why! What are yous, stupid? What's the matter with yous? What's the thing with you?

Johnny Roastbeef: I'm deplorable, Jimmy.

Jimmy Conway: What the fuck is the matter with you?

Johnny Roastbeef: It's under my mother'due south proper noun.

Jimmy Conway: [exasperated while interrupting] What did yous say? You being a wiseguy with me? What did I tell you? What did I tell you? You don't buy annihilation, you hear me? Don't buy Annihilation!

Johnny Roastbeef: I'm sorry.

[to his wife]

Johnny Roastbeef: Let's get have a potable

Jimmy Conway: [to the other bar patrons] That fatty fuck! He oughta article of clothing a sign.

Henry Loma: Information technology was easy for all of us to disappear. My business firm was in my mother in law'due south name. My cars were registered to my wife. My social security cards and commuter'south licenses were phonies. I never voted. I never paid taxes. My birth certificate and my arrest sheet... that'south all you'd always accept to know I was alive.

Henry Hill: [With the suitcase open on the desk, Henry counts out stacks of cash] Thirty-five, xl, forty-five, fifty, sixty thousand.

Jimmy Conway: It's gonna be a skillful summer.

Henry Hill: [Narrating] These are the guys Jimmy put together for what turned out to be the biggest heist in American history: the Lufthansa heist. Tommy and Carbone were going to grab the outside baby-sit and make him get the states in the front door, Frenchy and Joe Buddha had to round upward the workers, Johnny Roastbeef had to keep them all tied up and away from the alarm, even Stacks Edwards got in on it, all he was supposed to do was steal the panel truck and afterwards compact it with a friend of ours in New Jersey. Only Morrie was driving us nuts - just considering he set this upwards, he felt he could bust Jimmy's balls for an advance on the coin we were going to steal. He didn't hateful anything by it; information technology was just the mode he was.

Immature Henry: [after existence whipped by father, for missing months of schoolhouse to work at cab stand] The way I saw information technology, everybody takes a beating sometime.

Henry Loma: [narrating] Thirty-2 hundred dollars he gave me. Thirty-two hundred dollars for a lifetime. It wasn't even plenty to pay for the coffin.

Frankie Carbone: I could never hitting that number.

[unintelligible]

Tommy DeVito: Frankie, Frankie, Frankie. What the fuck does 528 have to do with 460? I can't believe this guy. Fuckin' 528 ain't even close to 460. Now what the fuck does that got to exercise with anything?

Frankie Carbone: Eh, I been playin' that numba for three years.

Tommy DeVito: What, do you got me on a fuckin' pay-no-listen listing, kid?

Tommy DeVito: [Tommy holds up a gun at the truck driver he's hijacking] Where's the stiff box, yous fuckin' varmint, y'all?

Paul Cicero: You know anything almost this fucking eating place business organisation?

Sonny Bunz: [Talking to Henry] He knows everything nearly it. I mean, he'southward in the joint 24 hours a day. I mean, another fucking few minutes, he could exist a stool, that'due south how oftentimes he'south in at that place.

Henry Hill: [narrating] I only bought the damn guns because he wanted them, and at present he didn't want them.

Jimmy Conway: What the fuck are these? None of them fit. What'south the matter with y'all? What, do you want me to pay for this shit? I'1000 non paying for it!

Henry Loma: [narrating] I didn't say a thing. He was so pissed off, he didn't fifty-fifty say goodbye.

Jimmy Conway: Stop with those fucking drugs. They're making your mind into mush. You lot hear me? Take 'em back!

Truck Driver: [Henry and Tommy but boosted a rig] Hey, y'all got a phone? Two niggers simply stole my truck. Y'all believe that shit, huh? Yous fuckin' believe that?

Karen: Please end feeding the canis familiaris from the table... from the plate on top of it.

Jimmy Conway: [repeated line to each member of his coiffure after the Lufthansa heist, telling them what not to do] you don't buy anything

Jimmy Conway: [repeated line to each member of his coiffure after the Lufthansa heist, alert them what will happen if they purchase improvident items] don't attract attention

Frankie Carbone: [Morrie jokes at the tabular array] Morrie, cease breaking my assurance, all right?

Henry Colina: [Repeated line, narrating while attempting to convince the audition the criminal exploits he was autonomously of and occurred without exaggerating the events] believe me...

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