FUCKIN Quotes

Seth: Come in here Danny.
Danny Vinyard: Seth... Hey man you going to Cam's party tonight?
Seth: Is Davina's ass water tight?
Danny Vinyard: You're fuckin sick man.
Seth: Alright, relax let me ask you a few questions.
Danny Vinyard: I'm not in the mood I got a

lot of homework to do.
Seth: Tell me some of the shit you've learned fuckass before I pistol whip you!
Danny Vinyard: Ok, I believe in death, destruction, chaos, filth, and greed!
Seth: Cut the shit Danny come on. Tell me what I wanna hear asshole.
Danny Vinyard: You mean that shit about your mother

man?
Seth: You wanna get fucking beaten Danny?
[Davina starts to laugh]
Seth: I'm not fucking talking to you Davina why don't you shut up?
Seth: Who do you hate Danny?
Danny Vinyard: I hate anyone that is a white Protestant.
Seth: Why?
Danny

Vinyard: There a burden to the advancement of the white race. Some of them are alright I guess...
Seth: None of them are fucking alright Danny ok? They're all a bunch of fuckin' freeloaders. Remember what Cam said we don't know em we don't wanna know em They're the fucking enemy. Now what don't you like about them and say it with some fucking conviction!

Danny Vinyard: I hate the fact that's cool to be black these days.
Seth: Good.
Danny Vinyard: I hate this hip-pop fuckin' influence on white-fuckin'suburbia.
Seth: Good.
Danny Vinyard: And I hate Tabitha Soren and all there Zionist MTV fucking pigs telling us we should get along. Save

the retorical bullshit Hilary Rodham Clinton cuz it ain't gonna fuckin' work.
Seth: That's some of the best shit I've heard come out of your mouth.
Davina Vinyard: No Danny I feel sorry for you. You don't really believe any of that shit do you?
Seth: Shutup Davina!
Davina Vinyard: No you shut the fuck

up! Get out of the fuckin' house now you piece of shit please go!

Morrie: Henry, you're a good kid, I've been good to you, you've been good to me. But there's something really unreasonable going on here. Jimmy's being an unconsionable ball-breaker. I never agreed to 3 points on top of the vig! Am I something special? Some sort of schmuck on wheels?
Henry Hill: Morrie, please! You borrowed Jimmy's money, pay him.

Morrie: I never agreed to 3 points on top of the vig! What am I, fuckin nuts? Come on!
Henry Hill: Are you gonna argue with Jimmy Conway? Just give him his money so we can get the fuck outta here!
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 balls? Did I? Did I? I could've jumped the dime a million times, and I wouldn't have to pay tip!
Henry Hill: Come on, Morrie, you're talking crazy, stop it!
Jimmy Conway: [Grabs telephone cord and chokes Morrie with it, then 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 fuckin' cocksucker, you hear me?
[Phone rings]
Jimmy Conway: Pay me my money.
Morrie: Hello? Who's this? He's here.
[Gives phone to Henry]

Morrie: Jimmy, I'm sorry.
Jimmy Conway: Yeah? You should be sorry. Don't fuckin' do it again and give me the money. Give me the fuckin' money, You hear me? You hear me, I gotta come here and you bust my balls? Give me the fuckin' money.
Morrie: OK, OK, OK. I'll pay you, kid.

Nicky Santoro: Where the fuck do you get off talking to people about me behind my back, going over my head?
Ace Rothstein: What people?
Nicky Santoro: What people, d'ja think I wasn't gonna find out?
Ace Rothstein: I don't even know what you're talking about Nick...
Nicky Santoro: No?

You said I'm bringing heat on YOU? I gotta listen to people because of your fuckin shit? You're orderin me out? You better get your own fuckin army pal!
Ace Rothstein: I didn't do anything, I mean, I didn't order you or anybody. I only told Andy Stone that you had a lot of heat on you and that was a problem.
Nicky Santoro: You want me to get out of

my own fuckin town?
Ace Rothstein: Yeah I said l-let the bullshit blow over for a while, so I can run the casino. Anything goes wrong with the casino it's my ass, it's not yours, it's my ass!
Nicky Santoro: Oh I don't know whether you know this or not, but you only have your fuckin casino because I made that possible. I'm what counts out here, not

your fuckin country clubs or your fuckin TV shows! And what the fuck are you doing on TV anyhow? You know I get calls from back home every fuckin day, they think you went bat shit!
Ace Rothstein: I'm only on TV because I got to be able to hang around the casino. You understand that, you know that, come on.
Nicky Santoro: Your fuckin ass! You coulda

had the food and beverage job without going on television. You wanted to go on TV.
Ace Rothstein: Yeah I did want to go on TV. That way I have a forum, I can fight back. I'm known. People see me. They know they can't fuck around with me like they could if I was an unknown, that's right, yeah!
Nicky Santoro: You're making a big fuckin spectacle of

yourself!
Ace Rothstein: Me? I wouldn't even be in this situation if it wasn't for you. You brought down so much fuckin heat on me, I mean every time I meet somebody the big question is "do I know you?"
Nicky Santoro: Oh sure now you wanna bring your fuckin license on me, is that it?
Ace Rothstein: No, Nicky, when you asked me

if you could come out here, what did I tell you? I mean you asked me and I know you were gonna come out no matter what I said, but what did I tell you? Do you remember what I told you? Do you remember what I told you?
Nicky Santoro: Back- Back up, back up a fuckin' minute here. One minute. I asked you? When the fuck did I ever ask you if I could come out here? Get this

through your head, you...
Ace Rothstein: You never...
Nicky Santoro: Get this through your head you Jew motherfucker, you. You only exist out here because of me. That's the only reason. Without me, you, personally, every fuckin' wise guy skell around'll take a piece of your fuckin' Jew ass. Then where you gonna go? You're fuckin' warned. Don't ever

go over my fuckin' head again. You motherfucker, you.

Sgt. Barnes: [In the foxhole Barnes checks the soles of Junior's bare feet. Bunny and O'Neill looking on. Junior is moaning as if he's dying, overdoing it by a mile] So what's the problem?
Sgt. O'Neill: Says he can't walk.
Sgt. Barnes: Shit. Get your boots on Martin, next time I catch you putting mosquito repellant on your fuckin

feet I'm gonna courtmartial your nigger ass.
Junior: [cracks] DEN COURTMARTIAL ME MOTHERFUCKAH, bust my ass, send me to Long Binh, do your worst but I ain't walking no more. De white man done got his last klik outta me. Get some chuck dude to hump this shit.
Sgt. Barnes: [suddenly soft] Get me that centipede, O'Neill.
[O'Neill is puzzled. What

centipede?]
Sgt. O'Neill: Sarge?
Sgt. Barnes: Yeah. That long hairy orange and black bastard I found in the ammo crate. I'm gonna put it in this asshole's crotch, see if he can walk.
[Junior's eyes bulge with suspicion and sudden terror, his demeanor totally alert now]
Sgt. O'Neill: [understanding] Oh yeah, right away

Sarge.
Junior: No! Wait! I'll walk, fuck you, I'll walk, I don't need this shit! I don't need this shit!
Bunny: Fucking pussy, fuck it Sarge, I gotta have him on my hole?