Jimmy Conway: Watch this.
Henry Hill: Ah, don't fuck with them.
Jimmy Conway: I do it all the time. Bust their fucking balls.
Henry Hill: Don't give 'em the satisfaction, the fucks.
Jimmy Conway: [taps on car window of two cops following him, who had fallen asleep] Come on, fuckos,
let's go for a ride.
[he and Henry laugh]
Jimmy Conway: Keep 'em up all night.
Henry Hill: [narrating] So what does she do after she hangs up with me? After everything I told her? After all her "yeah, yeah, yeah" bullshit? She picks up the phone and calls from the house. Now, if anybody was listening, they'd know everything - they knew a package was leaving from my house - they'd even have the time and flight number, thanks to her.
Karen: [narrating] It was like he had two families. The first time I was introduced to all of them at once, it was crazy. Paulie and his brothers had lots of sons and nephews. And almost all of them were named Peter or Paul. It was unbelievable. There 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. By the time I finished meeting everybody, I thought I was drunk.
Henry Hill: [narrating] Thirty-two hundred dollars he gave me. Thirty-two hundred dollars for a lifetime. It wasn't even enough to pay for the coffin.
Tommy DeVito: [about Morrie's corpse] Hey Frank, let's chop him up.
Frankie Carbone: All right.
[starts to get out of the car]
Tommy DeVito: Where you going? Where you going, you 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 on, what are you doing? Let's get the fuck outta here. I oughta let him
[motions to Morrie]
Tommy DeVito: fucking drive. What are you waiting for?
Frankie Carbone: The car's cold.
Tommy DeVito: Get the fuck outta here! What fucking
warm enough? Get outta here!
Sonny Bunz: But I'm worried, I mean, I'm hearin' all kinds a fuckin' bad things. I mean he's treating me like I'm a fuckin' half-a-fag or somethin'. I'm gonna wind up a lammist, I gotta go on the fuckin' lam in order to get away from this guy? This ain't right, Paulie.
Tommy DeVito: [Infuriated at Spider and speaking to the other card players] Hey, what's that movie that Bogart made?
Anthony Stabile: Which one?
Tommy DeVito: The one where he played a cowboy. He only did one.
Anthony Stabile: Oh... ah... The Oklahoma Kid.
Jimmy Conway: Shane?
Tommy DeVito: Oklahoma Kid!
Tommy DeVito: [to Jimmy] Shane...
[They all laugh]
Henry Hill: [voiceover] I could see for the first time that Jimmy was a nervous wreck. His mind was going in eight different directions at once.
Jimmy Conway: Think Morrie tells his wife everything?
Henry Hill: Morrie? Him?
Henry Hill: [voiceover] That's when I knew that Jimmy was gonna whack Morrie. That's
how it happens. That's how fast it takes for a guy to get whacked.
Paul Cicero: You know anything about this fucking restaurant business?
Sonny Bunz: [Talking to Henry] He knows everything about it. I mean, he's in the joint 24 hours a day. I mean, another fucking few minutes, he could be a stool, that's how often he's in there.
Police Detective: [to Henry] Talk to me, when was the last time you took a collar? Hey fuckhead, I'm talking to you. You don't wanna say a fucking word to me, you don't have to. I don't really give a fuck. Twenty five years, pal, that's what you're looking at. Hey, your pals are here. You don't want to talk to me, you're gonna have a fucking problem all night 'cause I'll be on you 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 good in there or what?
[a detective tastes the residue in a pan]
Police Detective: Is it good?
[detective nods; to Henry]
Police Detective: Ha ha ha ha. Bye bye, dickhead. Ha ha ha. See you in Attica, dick.
Henry Hill: It was easy for all of us to disappear. My house was in my mother-in-law's 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 arrest sheet... that's all you'd ever have to know I was alive.
Karen: [narrating, referring to the other wives] They all had bad skin and wore too much make up. They didn't look very good; they look beat up. The stuff they wore were thrown together and cheap, 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 dizzy.