Green Book Quotes

Tony Lip: [Surveying the snow] This could get bad, Doc.
Dr. Don Shirley: Yes. It's a shame we don't have something to protect us on our journey. Oh, I know. Why don't you put your lucky rock up on the dash, Tony? Come on, Tony, we need all the help we can get.
[Tony puts the stone on the dash]
Dr. Don Shirley: Thank you. I

feel safer already.
Tony Lip: You're a real prick, you know that?

Louie Venere: I got to admit... Lip's letters? They're not bad.
Rudy Vallelonga: Well, it's in the family. They say our great-great-great-grandfather helped Da Vinci with the Sixteen Chapel.
Johnny Venere: You mean Michaelangelo.
Rudy Vallelonga: ...Right.
Johnny Venere: What does

Michaelangelo have to do with writing letters?
Rudy Vallelonga: I'm just sayin'. We're an arty family.

Tony Lip: I don't make the rules down here.
Dr. Don Shirley: No? Then who does?
Tony Lip: You're saying just 'cause I'm white and they're white? You know, that's a very prejudiced thing you just said there. A very prejudiced thing. I got more in common with the Hymies at 2nd Avenue Deli than I do with these hillbilly pricks down

here.

Tony Lip: [Writing a letter to his wife] Dear Dolores, how are you? I am fine. I'm eating real good. Hamburgers mostly. So don't worry about me not eating good. I saw Dr. Shirley play the piano tonight. He don't play like a colored guy. He plays like Liberace, but better. He's like a genius, I think. When I look at him in the rear-view mirror, I can tell he's always thinking about

stuff in his head. I guess that's what geniuses do. But it don't look fun to be that smart. I miss you very, very much.

Tony Lip: Christ, I'm blacker than you are.
Dr. Don Shirley: Excuse me?
Tony Lip: You don't know shit about your own people. What they eat, how they talk, how they live. You don't even know who Little Richard is.
Dr. Don Shirley: Oh, so knowing who Little Richard is makes you blacker than me?

Tony Lip: [nods]

Gorman: The bet's simple. Half a C-note. Most hot dogs in an hour wins.
Fat Paulie: With toppings.
Tony Lip: The hell you weigh?
Fat Paulie: 260.
Johnny Venere: Hey... your left ass weighs 260.
Fat Paulie: May my mother-in-law drop dead on the spot if I'm lying.