Karen: What do you 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 Hill: Ah, I'm a union delegate.
Henry Hill: [narrating] It was revenge for Billy Batts, and a lot of other things. And there was nothing that we could do about it. Batts was a made man, and Tommy wasn't. And we had to sit still and take it. It was among the Italians. It was real greaseball shit. They even shot Tommy in the face so his mother couldn't give him an open coffin at the funeral.
Tommy DeVito: [sitting in car with Henry] The only thing, is she won't go out with me alone, you know?
Henry Hill: 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 have to
say.
Henry Hill: Alright, what?
Tommy DeVito: Okay, what? She don't want to go out with Italians alone. She's prejudiced against 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 broad - prejudiced against Italians. Anyway, she won't go out with me alone
unless her girlfriend comes with her, so I figured you could come along and go out with her girlfriend.
Henry Hill: See? I knew it - I knew it. I knew it. I knew it.
Tommy DeVito: You knew what, Henry? See? What? What the fuck is wrong with that?
Henry Hill: When is this?
Tommy DeVito: Tomorrow night.
Henry Hill: I can't tomorrow night, I gotta meet Tuddy.
Tommy DeVito: You could meet Tuddy. You could fucking come early and then still go.
Henry Hill: Tommy, Tommy. Why do you always do this to me?
Tommy DeVito: Don't give me that fucking "Tommy" shit. What the fuck I asked you 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 Hill: What?
Tommy DeVito: I don't understand 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 end up with a big fucking score, motherfucker.
Henry Hill: [turning to look at the restaurant] Oh fuck!
Tommy DeVito: What?
Henry Hill: See?
With your fucking mouth!
[car speeds away]
Henry Hill: [narrating] I felt he used too many onions, but it was still a very good sauce.
Paul Cicero: Vinnie, don't put too many onions in the sauce.
Vinnie: I didn't put too much onions, uh, Paul. Three small onions. That's all I did.
Johnny Dio: Three onions? How many cans of tomatoes you put in there?
Vinnie: I put two cans, two big cans.
Johnny Dio: You don't need three onions.
Henry Hill: [narrating] All they got from Paulie was protection from other guys looking to rip them off. That's what it's all about. That's what the FBI can never understand - that what Paulie and the organization offer 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] Killing's got to be accepted. Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line. You got out of line, you got whacked. Everybody knew the rules.
Henry Hill: [narrating] Jimmy had never asked me to do a hit before, and now he's asking me to go down to Florida with Anthony to make a hit.
[Jimmy gives him a pack of matches with a number]
Henry Hill: [narrating] That's when I knew I would never have come back from Florida alive.
Henry Hill: [narrating; Paul is slicing the garlic with a razor] In prison, dinner was always a big thing. We had a pasta course and then we had a meat or fish. Paulie did the prep 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 so thin that he used to liquefy in the pan with just a little oil.
It was a very good system.
Jimmy Conway: Yeah.
Vinnie: Yeah.
Jimmy Conway: Who's this?
Vinnie: This is Vinnie.
Jimmy Conway: Vinnie, what happened?
Vinnie: Well we-...
Jimmy Conway: You get it straightened out?
Vinnie: No, we had a problem...
and uh, we tried to do everything we could.
Jimmy Conway: What d'you mean?
Vinnie: Well, you know what I mean. He's gone, and we couldn't do nothing about it.
[pause]
Vinnie: That's it.
Jimmy Conway: What d'you mean? What d'you mean? Uh...
Vinnie: He's gone. Uh, he's gone.
[pause]
Vinnie: And that's it.
Jimmy Conway: [smashing telephone] Fuck. Can't fuckin' believe that, can't fuckin'...
Jimmy Conway: [crying] Fuck it, fuck... the fuck...
[Henry exits diner]
Henry Hill: What happened?
Jimmy Conway: They whacked him. They fuckin'
whacked him.
Henry Hill: Aw, fuck.
[Jimmy kicks phone booth]
Jimmy Conway: Motherfucker!
[pushes over phone booth]
Jimmy Conway: [cries]
Tommy DeVito: Just don't go busting my balls, Billy, okay?
Billy Batts: Hey, Tommy, if I was gonna break your balls, I'd tell you to go home 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.
Janice Rossi: [Karen buzzing over and over on her husband's girlfriend's intercom] Hello. Hello?
Karen: Hello? This is Karen Hill, I want to talk to you.
[pressing the 2R button, she hangs up]
Karen: Hello? Don't hang up on me! I want to talk to you! You keep away from my husband, you hear me? Hello? Open the door!
[keeps hitting 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 phone]
Karen: Is this the superintendent?... Yes, I want you 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 man!
Paul Cicero: I don't want any more of that shit.
Henry Hill: What shit? What are you talking about?
Paul Cicero: Just stay away from the garbage, you know what I mean.
Henry Hill: Look, Paulie...
Paul Cicero: I'm not talking about what you did inside, you did what you had to do, I'm
talking about now, from now, here and now.
Henry Hill: Paulie, why would I want to get into that...
Paul Cicero: Don't make a jerk out of me, just don't do it... just don't do it. Now I want to talk to you about Jimmy, you have to watch out for him. He's a good earner but he's wild, takes too many chances.
Henry Hill: Yeah, I
know that, I know Jimmy, you think I would take chances like Jimmy?
Paul Cicero: And Tommy, he's a good kid too. But he's crazy, he's a cowboy, he's got too much to prove. You gotta watch out for kids like this.
Henry Hill: 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 get fucked like Gribbs, understand? Gribbs is 70 years old, and the fuckin' guy's gonna die in prison. I don't need that. So I'm warning everybody, EVERYBODY. It could be my son, it could be anybody. Gribbs got 20 years just for saying "hello" to some fuck who was sneaking behind his back selling junk. I don't need that. Ain't gonna happen to me, you
understand?
Henry Hill: Uh huh.
Paul Cicero: You know that you're only out early because I got you a job. I don't need this heat, understand that.
Henry Hill: Uh huh.
Paul Cicero: And you see anybody fucking around with this shit, you're going to tell me, right?
Henry Hill: Yeah.
Paul Cicero: [slaps him] That means anybody!
Henry Hill: All right.
Paul Cicero: Yeah?
Henry Hill: Yeah, of course.