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

Tommy DeVito: What practice you mean I'chiliad funny?

Henry Loma: Information technology's funny, you know. It's a good story, it's funny, y'all're a funny guy.

[laughs]

Tommy DeVito: What exercise you mean, you hateful the manner I talk? What?

Henry Colina: It'south just, you know. Yous're just funny, it's... funny, you know the style y'all tell the story and everything.

Tommy DeVito: [information technology becomes tranquillity] Funny how? What'southward funny about it?

Anthony Stabile: Tommy no, y'all got it all wrong.

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

Henry Hill: Jus...

Tommy DeVito: What?

Henry Hill: Just... ya know... you lot're funny.

Tommy DeVito: You hateful, let me sympathize this cause, ya know perhaps it'southward me, I'm a footling fucked upward maybe, merely I'one thousand funny how, I mean funny like I'm a clown, I amuse you? I make you laugh, I'm here to fuckin' charm you? What do you lot mean funny, funny how? How am I funny?

Henry Hill: Just... you lot know, how yous tell the story, what?

Tommy DeVito: No, no, I don't know, yous said it. How exercise I know? You said I'thousand funny. How the fuck am I funny, what the fuck is so funny about me? Tell me, tell me what'due south funny!

Henry Hill: [long interruption] Become the fuck out of here, Tommy!

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

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

Henry Hill: [narrating] You know, nosotros always chosen each other proficient fellas. Similar you said to, uh, somebody, "You lot're gonna like this guy. He's all right. He'south a good fella. He'south one of us." You sympathize? We were good fellas. Wiseguys. But Jimmy and I could never be fabricated because we had Irish gaelic blood. It didn't fifty-fifty matter that my mother was Sicilian. To get a fellow member of a crew yous've got to be one hundred per cent Italian so they can trace all your relatives back to the onetime country. Meet, it'due south the highest award they can requite y'all. It means you vest to a family unit and crew. It means that nobody can fuck around with you. It also means yous could fuck around with anybody simply as long as they aren't also a fellow member. It'south similar a license to steal. It'southward a license to do anything. Equally far as Jimmy was concerned with Tommy being made, it was like we were all beingness made. We would now take 1 of our own as a member.

Henry Hill: [narrating] Paulie may accept moved tedious, but it was only considering Paulie didn't have to move for anybody.

Tommy DeVito: No more than shines, Billy.

Billy Batts: What?

Tommy DeVito: I said, no more shines. Maybe you didn't hear nigh it, you've been away a long time. They didn't become up at that place and tell you. I don't polish shoes anymore.

Billy Batts: Relax, will ya? Ya flip right out, what's got into yous? I'm breaking your balls a little bit, that's all. I'm only kidding with ya...

Tommy DeVito: Sometimes you lot don't audio like y'all're kidding, y'all know, in that location's a lotta people around...

Baton Batts: I'chiliad only kidding with y'all, we're having a political party, I only came home and I haven't seen you lot in a long time and I'm breaking your assurance, and you lot're getting fucking fresh. I'1000 sorry, I didn't mean to offend you lot.

Tommy DeVito: I'm sorry too. It's okay. No problem.

Billy Batts: Okay, salud.

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

Tommy DeVito: Mother fuckin' mutt! You, you fucking slice of shit!

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

Tommy DeVito: Motherfucking... He bought his fucking button! That fake quondam tough guy! You bought your fucking button! You lot mother fuck... Fuck! Continue 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 pecker? He tin can become to Paulie. Trouble with the cops, deliveries, Tommy, he tin call Paulie. Simply at present the guy's gotta come upward with Paulie'south money every week, no matter what. Business organization bad? Fuck you lot, pay me. Oh, you had a burn? Fuck you, pay me. Place got hit by lightning, huh? Fuck you, pay me.

Henry Hill: [narrating, Henry has just been busted for dealing drugs] For a second I thought I was expressionless. But, when I heard all the noise, I knew they were cops. But cops talk that way. If they'd been wiseguys, I wouldn't take heard a thing. I would've been dead.

[final lines]

Henry Hill: [narrating] Annihilation I wanted was a telephone call away. Free cars. The keys to a dozen hideout flats all over the city. I bet xx, 30 chiliad over a weekend and and so I'd either blow the winnings in a week or get to the sharks to pay back the bookies.

[Henry leaves the witness stand and speaks direct to the photographic camera]

Henry Hill: Didn't thing. It didn't mean anything. When I was broke, I'd get out and rob some more. We ran everything. We paid off cops. We paid off lawyers. We paid off judges. Everybody had their hands out. Everything was for the taking. And now it'southward all over.

[narrating]

Henry Hill: And that's the hardest part. Today everything is different; there's no action... accept to wait around similar everyone else. Tin't even go decent food - right after I got hither, I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce, and I got egg noodles and ketchup. I'm an average nobody... go to live the rest 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: [later on Tommy shoots Spider] What's the fuckin' thing with y'all? What - what is the fuckin' affair with you? What are you, stupid or what? Tommy, Tommy, I'm kidding with you. What the fuck are you lot doin'? What are yous, a fuckin' sick maniac?

Tommy DeVito: How am I meant to know y'all're kidding? What you hateful, you're kidding? Y'all breaking my fuckin' balls?

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

Henry Loma: He'southward dead.

Tommy DeVito: Expert shot. What practise you want from me? Skilful shot.

Anthony Stabile: How could you miss at this altitude?

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

Anthony Stabile: No

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

Jimmy Conway: You stupid bastard, I can't fuckin' believe you. Now, you lot're gonna dig the fuckin' thing at present. You're gonna dig the pigsty. You're gonna do it. I got no fuckin' lime. Yous'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 showtime pigsty 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 accept gotten out of in that location the minute their fellow gave them a gun to hide. Merely I didn't. I got to admit 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, hither. This is for yous.

[tosses money on the table]

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

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

Jimmy Two Times: I'm gonna go go the papers, get the papers.

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

Henry Hill: I swear to my fucking mother, if you touch her again, YOU'RE Dead.

Henry Hill: [narrating] For us to live any other style was basics. Uh, to u.s.a., those goody-adept people who worked shitty jobs for bum paychecks and took the subway to work every 24-hour interval, and worried about their bills, were dead. I mean, they were suckers. They had no balls. If we wanted something, we just took information technology. If anyone complained twice they got hit so bad, believe me, they never complained once more.

Jimmy Conway: I'm not mad, I'm proud of you. You took your first pinch similar a man and you lot acquire two great things in your life. Look at me, never rat on your friends and always keep your mouth close.

Karen: What practise y'all do?

Henry Hill: I'm in construction.

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

Henry Colina: Ah, I'm a union consul.

Henry Hill: [narrating] It was revenge for Billy Batts, and a lot of other things. And there was zero that we could do about it. Batts was a made homo, and Tommy wasn't. And nosotros had to sit still and take it. It was among the Italians. It was real greaseball shit. They even shot Tommy in the face up then his mother couldn't requite him an open up coffin at the funeral.

Jimmy Conway: [after kicking Batts to near death] Await what this fucking mutt did to my shoes.

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

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

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

Henry Loma: [narrating] Killing'southward got to be accepted. Murder was the only manner that everybody stayed in line. You got out of line, you 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'south what it's all about. That'southward what the FBI can never empathise - that what Paulie and the arrangement offering is protection for the kinds of guys who can't go to the cops. They're like the police department for wiseguys.

Henry Hill: [narrating] Whenever we needed money, we'd rob the airport. To us, it was ameliorate than Citibank.

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

[shoots Spider in the human foot]

Henry Hill: [narrating; Paul is slicing the garlic with a razor] In prison, dinner was always a large matter. We had a pasta form and so nosotros had a meat or fish. Paulie did the prep piece of work. He was doing a year for contempt, and he had this wonderful system for doing the garlic. He used a razor, and he used to slice it and so thin that he used to liquefy in the pan with just a little oil. It was a very adept system.

Henry Loma: [narrating] One day some of the kids from the neighborhood carried my mother'south groceries all the mode home. You lot know why? It was outta respect.

Tommy DeVito: Sure, mom, I settle downwardly with a squeamish daughter every dark, then I'one thousand free the side by side morning.

Henry Hill: [narrating] I felt he used too many onions, but it was still a very practiced sauce.

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

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

Johnny Dio: Iii onions? How many cans of tomatoes you put in there?

Vinnie: I put two cans, two large cans.

Johnny Dio: You don't need iii onions.

Henry Hill: [narrating] Jimmy had never asked me to practice a hit before, and now he's asking me to go down to Florida with Anthony to brand a striking.

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

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

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

Henry Loma: No.

Tommy DeVito: No, what?

Henry Hill: No.

Tommy DeVito: No, what, Henry? Who the fuck asked yous anything? I didn't fifty-fifty inquire you anything, at to the lowest degree hear what I have to say.

Henry Hill: Alright, what?

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

Henry Colina: See? I knew information technology - I knew it. I knew information technology. I knew it.

Tommy DeVito: Yous knew what, Henry? See? What? What the fuck is wrong with that?

Henry Loma: When is this?

Tommy DeVito: Tomorrow night.

Henry Hill: I tin can't tomorrow night, I gotta run across Tuddy.

Tommy DeVito: You could encounter Tuddy. You could fucking come early and and so yet go.

Henry Hill: Tommy, Tommy. Why exercise yous always practise this to me?

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

[view switches to outside of car with view of restaurant, smoke billows from restaurant windows]

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

Henry Colina: What?

Tommy DeVito: I don't empathise you! She's fucking beautiful. Her fucking family, they live in the Five Towns there. You know these Jew broads got a lot of money. Maybe the family owns the whole fucking block. and you happen to finish up with a big fucking score, motherfucker.

Henry Colina: [turning to look at the restaurant] Oh fuck!

Tommy DeVito: What?

Henry Hill: See? With your fucking mouth!

[machine speeds away]

Henry Hill: [narrating] When they found Carbone in the meat truck, he was frozen so stiff it took them 3 days to thaw him out for the autopsy.

Tommy DeVito: Hey, Spider, that fuckin' bandage on your human foot is bigger than your fuckin' caput.

Billy Batts: Hey Jimmy! What's right is right. You sympathize what I'm talking about?

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

Billy Batts: No. The child'due south over hither. We're hugging and kissing over hither. And two minutes afterwards, he'southward acting similar a fucking jerk.

Jimmy Conway: No, no, no, no, no. You insulted him a footling bit. You lot got a little fleck out of order yourself.

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

Jimmy Conway: I'm sorry. You insulted him a little bit.

Billy Batts: No, I didn't insult nobody. Give us a drink. Give u.s.a. a drink.

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

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

Karen: Hello? This is Karen Hill, I desire to talk to you.

[pressing the 2R button, she hangs upward]

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

[keeps hit the buttons]

Karen: ANSWER ME!

[she keeps pressing the 2R button]

Karen: I'm going to tell everybody who walks in this building that in 2R, Rossi, you're nothing but a whore!

[gets on telephone]

Karen: Is this the superintendent?... Yes, I want y'all to know, sir! That you lot take a whore living in 2R!

Janice Rossi: Shit.

Karen: [hits the 2R push button] Rossi! Janice Rossi, do yous hear me? He's MY married man! Become your own goddamn homo!

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

Baton Batts: Hey, Tommy, if I was gonna break your assurance, I'd tell you lot to go habitation and get your shine box.

[to his friends]

Billy Batts: Now this kid, this kid was great. 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 yous something: go fuck your mother."

Jimmy Conway: [Frenchy is describing a large shipment of greenbacks at Idlewild Airport to Jimmy and Henry] What nearly the security?

Frenchy: Security? You're looking at it.

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

Karen: [narrating] After awhile, it got to be all normal. None of it seemed similar criminal offence. It was more similar 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 bluish-collar guys. The but way they could make extra money, existent extra coin, was to get out and cutting a few corners.

[Cuts to Henry and Tommy hijacking a truck]

Karen: [narrating] One nighttime, Bobby Vinton sent us champagne. There was nothing like it. I didn't think there was annihilation strange in any of this. You know, a twenty-one-yr-erstwhile child with such connections. He was an exciting guy. He was actually nice. He introduced me to everybody. Everybody wanted to be prissy to him. And he knew how to handle information technology.

Tommy DeVito: What the fuck you looking at? Come on. Make that coffee to go. Let'due south go.

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

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

Karen: [narrating] It was like he had two families. The first fourth dimension I was introduced to all of them at in one case, information technology was crazy. Paulie and his brothers had lots of sons and nephews. And near all of them were named Peter or Paul. It was unbelievable. At that place must have been two dozen Peters and Pauls at the wedding. Plus, they were all married to girls named Marie. And they named all their daughters Marie. Past the time I finished meeting everybody, I thought I was drunk.

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

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

Henry Hill: What shit? What are you lot talking about?

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

Henry Loma: Expect, Paulie...

Paul Cicero: I'm not talking nearly what you did inside, you did what you had to do, I'm talking almost now, from now, here and at present.

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

Paul Cicero: Don't brand a jerk out of me, simply don't do it... just don't do it. Now I want to talk to you near Jimmy, you lot have to picket out for him. He'due south a skilful earner but he'southward wild, takes also many chances.

Henry Loma: Yeah, I know that, I know Jimmy, you think I would have chances like Jimmy?

Paul Cicero: And Tommy, he'southward a good kid too. But he's crazy, he'southward a cowboy, he'south got also much to prove. Yous gotta sentinel out for kids like this.

Henry Loma: Yeah, I know what they are, I only use them for certain things, believe me, you don't have to worry.

Paul Cicero: Listen, I ain't gonna become fucked like Gribbs, empathize? Gribbs is 70 years quondam, and the fuckin' guy'southward gonna die in prison. I don't need that. And then I'm warning everybody, EVERYBODY. It could be my son, it could be everyone. Gribbs got 20 years just for proverb "hello" to some fuck who was sneaking behind his dorsum selling junk. I don't demand that. Ain't gonna happen to me, y'all understand?

Henry Hill: Uh huh.

Paul Cicero: You know that you're only out early because I got you a job. I don't demand this rut, understand that.

Henry Hill: Uh huh.

Paul Cicero: And you lot see everyone fucking around with this shit, yous're going to tell me, right?

Henry Hill: Aye.

Paul Cicero: [slaps him] That means anybody!

Henry Hill: All right.

Paul Cicero: Yes?

Henry Loma: Yeah, of course.

Morrie: Henry, you're a good kid, I've been skilful to you, you've been good to me. But at that place'due south something really unreasonable going on hither. Jimmy's existence an unconsionable brawl-breaker. I never agreed to 3 points on height of the vig! Am I something special? Some sort of schmuck on wheels?

Henry Loma: Morrie, please! Y'all borrowed Jimmy's money, pay him.

Morrie: I never agreed to iii points on summit of the vig! What am I, fuckin basics? Come on!

Henry Loma: Are you gonna argue with Jimmy Conway? Just give him his money then nosotros tin can become the fuck outta here!

Morrie: Hey! Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em in the ear! What are yous talking about? Fuck 'em in the other ear, that son of a bowwow! Did I e'er bosom his balls? Did I? Did I? I could've jumped the dime a 1000000 times, and I wouldn't have to pay tip!

Henry Hill: Come on, Morrie, you lot're talking crazy, cease it!

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

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

Jimmy Conway: I'll fuckin' kill you, get the money, you lot fuckin' cocksucker, you hear me?

[Telephone rings]

Jimmy Conway: Pay me my money.

Morrie: Hello? Who's this? He's here.

[Gives telephone to Henry]

Morrie: Jimmy, I'm sorry.

Jimmy Conway: Aye? You should be sorry. Don't fuckin' do information technology once again and give me the coin. Give me the fuckin' money, You hear me? You hear me, I gotta come hither and yous bust my balls? Give me the fuckin' money.

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

Sonny Bunz: Only I'm worried, I mean, I'yard hearin' all kinds a fuckin' bad things. I mean he's treating me like I'g a fuckin' one-half-a-fag or somethin'. I'chiliad gonna wind up a lammist, I gotta go on the fuckin' lam in order to go away from this guy? This own't correct, Paulie.

Karen: [after Henry has stood her up on what was to be their second date] You got some nerve continuing me upward similar that last dark! Nobody does that to me! Who the Hell do you recollect you are? Frankie Valli or some kinda bigshot?

Henry Hill: [narrating] So what does she do after she hangs upward with me? After everything I told her? After all her "yeah, yep, yeah" bullshit? She picks up the telephone and calls from the house. Now, if everyone was listening, they'd know everything - they knew a package was leaving from my house - they'd even have the fourth dimension and flight number, cheers to her.

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

Henry Hill: [voiceover] I could see for the first time that Jimmy was a nervous wreck. His heed was going in eight dissimilar directions at in one case.

Jimmy Conway: Think Morrie tells his married woman everything?

Henry Hill: Morrie? Him?

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

Tommy DeVito: What the fuck are you doing? Yous're hanging around my fuckin' neck similar a vulture, like impending danger.

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

Tommy DeVito: [virtually Morrie'southward corpse] Hey Frank, let's chop him up.

Frankie Carbone: All correct.

[starts to get out of the car]

Tommy DeVito: Where you going? Where you going, y'all dizzy motherfucker, you?

Frankie Carbone: To chop him up.

Tommy DeVito: At Charlie's, not here!

[Carbone mumbles to himself in Italian]

Tommy DeVito: Come up 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 waiting for?

Frankie Carbone: The car'due south cold.

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

Billy Batts: [nether his breath afterwards 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 break up my party.

Henry Hill: [narrating] Past the time I grew upwardly, there was thirty billion a year in cargo moving through Idlewild Airport and believe me, nosotros tried to steal as of information technology.

Tommy DeVito: [Henry, Jimmy and Tommy are digging upward Billy Batts' decomposed corpse. Henry is cough from the stench, while the others don't appear to be bothered] Hey, Henry, Henry, hurry upwards, will ya? My mother'southward gonna brand some fried peppers and sausage for usa.

[Jimmy and Tommy laugh while Henry coughs]

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

Henry Hill: Very funny, guys.

Jimmy Conway: Here's a leg!

Tommy DeVito: Here's a wing!

[laughs]

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

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

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

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

Jimmy Conway: Sentinel this.

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

Jimmy Conway: I practice information technology all the fourth dimension. Bust their fucking balls.

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

Jimmy Conway: [taps on machine window of two cops following him, who had fallen comatose] Come up on, fuckos, let'southward get for a ride.

[he and Henry express mirth]

Jimmy Conway: Keep 'em up all night.

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

Henry Hill: [after Karen points gun at him while he's sleeping] I got enough to worry about getting whacked on the street! I gotta come dwelling house for this? I should fucking kill you!

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

[group laughs]

Tommy DeVito: I thought he was gonna shit!

Police Detective: [to Henry] Talk to me, when was the last fourth dimension you took a collar? Hey fuckhead, I'm talking to you. You don't wanna say a fucking give-and-take to me, you don't have to. I don't really give a fuck. Xx five years, pal, that's what you lot're looking at. Hey, your pals are here. Yous don't want to talk to me, y'all're gonna have a fucking trouble all nighttime 'cause I'll be on y'all like shit. New York State. Twenty five fucking years, pal.

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

Police Detective: What, were you guys grocery shopping? What, are we going to make a cake? Gonna make a fucking cake? Got anything skilful in in that location or what?

[a detective tastes the residue in a pan]

Police Detective: Is it skillful?

[detective nods; to Henry]

Police Detective: Ha ha ha ha. Goodbye adieu, dickhead. Ha ha ha. Run into you in Attica, dick.

Karen: [narrating, referring to the other wives] They all had bad skin and wore too much make up. They didn't look very expert; they look trounce up. The stuff they wore were thrown together and cheap, a lot of pantsuits and double knits. They talked nigh beating their kids with broom handles and leather belts, and that their kids still didn't pay any attending. When Henry picked me upwards, I was dizzy.

Morrie: [Talking about indicate shaving] Oh, it was terrific, aye. Nunzio, upwardly in... agh!

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

Tommy DeVito: Idea he'd never shut the fuck up.

Jimmy Conway: Ah, pain in the ass.

Jimmy Conway: [Johnny bought an expensive pinkish Cadillac coupe for his wife later on the Lufthansa Heist] Johnny, are you nuts? We got a million fucking bulls out in that location. Everybody's watching united states of america and you lot get a fuckin' car!

Johnny Roastbeef: It's under my mother'due south name. It's wedding gift.

Jimmy Conway: I don't give a fuck whose name information technology'due south on! Are yous stupid or what? Did you hear what I said? Don't buy anything, don't get anything! Nothing large. Didn't you lot hear what I said? What's the thing with you?

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

Jimmy Conway: Why am I getting all excited about information technology? Because you're gonna go u.s. all fucking pinched, that's why! What are you, stupid? What's the matter with you? What's the matter with yous?

Johnny Roastbeef: I'chiliad sorry, Jimmy.

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

Johnny Roastbeef: It's under my mother's 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 anything, you hear me? Don't buy ANYTHING!

Johnny Roastbeef: I'm sorry.

[to his wife]

Johnny Roastbeef: Permit'southward go have a drink

Jimmy Conway: [to the other bar patrons] That fat fuck! He oughta habiliment a sign.

Henry Hill: Information technology was easy for all of us to disappear. My house was in my mother in law'south name. My cars were registered to my wife. My social security cards and driver's licenses were phonies. I never voted. I never paid taxes. My birth certificate and my abort sheet... that'due south all you'd always have to know I was alive.

Henry Hill: [With the suitcase open up on the desk, Henry counts out stacks of greenbacks] Thirty-five, forty, forty-v, fifty, threescore thousand.

Jimmy Conway: It's gonna be a good 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 guard and brand him become us in the front door, Frenchy and Joe Buddha had to round up the workers, Johnny Roastbeef had to keep them all tied up and away from the alarm, even Stacks Edwards got in on information technology, all he was supposed to do was steal the panel truck and later on compact information technology with a friend of ours in New Jersey. Only Morrie was driving us nuts - simply considering he ready this up, he felt he could bosom Jimmy'south balls for an advance on the coin we were going to steal. He didn't hateful anything by it; it was just the fashion he was.

Young Henry: [afterwards beingness whipped by father, for missing months of school to piece of work at cab stand up] The fashion I saw it, everybody takes a chirapsia sometime.

Henry Hill: [narrating] Thirty-ii hundred dollars he gave me. Thirty-two hundred dollars for a lifetime. Information technology wasn't even enough to pay for the coffin.

Frankie Carbone: I could never hit 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 own't even shut to 460. At present what the fuck does that got to do with anything?

Frankie Carbone: Eh, I been playin' that numba for 3 years.

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

Tommy DeVito: [Tommy holds up a gun at the truck driver he'due south hijacking] Where's the strong box, you lot fuckin' varmint, y'all?

Paul Cicero: You know anything about this fucking restaurant business concern?

Sonny Bunz: [Talking to Henry] He knows everything about information technology. I hateful, he's in the joint 24 hours a day. I mean, another fucking few minutes, he could be a stool, that's how ofttimes he'south in there.

Henry Hill: [narrating] I simply 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'due south the matter with you lot? What, do you want me to pay for this shit? I'm not paying for it!

Henry Hill: [narrating] I didn't say a affair. He was and so pissed off, he didn't even say goodbye.

Jimmy Conway: Stop with those fucking drugs. They're making your listen into mush. Y'all hear me? Take 'em dorsum!

Truck Driver: [Henry and Tommy just boosted a rig] Hey, you got a phone? Two niggers but stole my truck. You believe that shit, huh? You fuckin' believe that?

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

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

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

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

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

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