Joe Pantoliano: Eddie Moscone

Midnight Run

Eddie Moscone

Jack Walsh: Where am I? I'm in Boise, Idaho. No, no, no, wait a minute, I'm in Anchorage, Alaska. No, no, wait, I'm in Casper, Wyoming. I'm in the lobby of a Howard Johnson's and I'm wearing a pink carnation.
Eddie Moscone: What the fuck are you talking about?
Jack Walsh: I am not talking to you, I am talking to the other guys.
Eddie Moscone: What other guys?
Jack Walsh: Well, let me describe the scene to you. There are these guys, see? They've probably been up for like two days. They stink of B.O., they have coffee breath, they're constipated from sittin' on their asses for so long, they're sitting in a van, and they're probably parked right up the street from your office, Eddie. YOUR PHONE IS TAPPED!

Eddie Moscone: What happened to the goddamn plane?
Jack Walsh: [Uneasy] He doesn't like to fly.
Eddie Moscone: He doesn't like to fly? What the fuck does that mean? Listen to me, Jack. You've gotta be here in less than two and a half fuckin' days! A half a million dollars of my money... WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON THERE?
Jack Walsh: Eddie, Eddie, I swear to God, don't start with me or so help me, I will shoot him and dump him in a fuckin' swamp!
[Mardukas looks frightened but Jack shakes his head at him as in "not really"]

Jack Walsh: Guess who I'm with? I'm with the Duke.
Eddie Moscone: You got him! You got him, Jack! I love you!
Jack Walsh: You want to say hello?
Eddie Moscone: Yeah. Put him on.
Jack Walsh: Say hello.
Jonathan Mardukas: Hello.
Eddie Moscone: Hello, you son of a bitch! We got you, you son of a bitch!
Jack Walsh: Now say goodbye, you lying little piece of shit, because I'm letting him go.
Eddie Moscone: Jack?
Jack Walsh: Would've been a nice coffee shop.

Jack Walsh: Eddie... I'll do it for a hundred-thousand.
Eddie Moscone: A hundred-thousand? Are you outta your mind? This is an easy gig... it's a midnight run for Christ's sake!
Jack Walsh: Maybe you haven't noticed, but I'm tired of getting shot at. I'm tired of this miserable fucking business, every low-life that I run into. If you're going to pay me, you gotta pay me what's right. You want me for this job, gimme what's right.
Eddie Moscone: First of all... the guy's an accountant, he's not gonna shoot you. All you have to do is find him, you put him in a bag, hit him with a rubber hose, bring him home.

Eddie Moscone: If you bring him in, I'll give you what I'm giving Walsh.
Marvin Dorfler: Yeah, what's that?
Eddie Moscone: Twenty-five thousand. But you gotta bring him in before Friday midnight or the deal's off!
Marvin Dorfler: Don't worry, Eddie. For twenty-five grand I'll bring him in on a silver platter!
Eddie Moscone: Bring him in any way you want, just bring him!

Eddie Moscone: [on the phone with Jack] Where the hell are you?
Jack Walsh: Where am I? I'm at the airport! And guess who I'm with? I'm with the Duke!
Eddie Moscone: [raises his voice excitedly] You got him! Oh! You got him, Jack! I love you!
Jack Walsh: Yeah, you wanna say hello?
Eddie Moscone: Yeah, put him on.
Jack Walsh: Yeah, say hello!
[gives the receiver to Jon]
Jonathan Mardukas: Hello.
Eddie Moscone: Hello, you son of a bitch! We got you, you son of a bitch!
Jack Walsh: [gets back on] Yeah! Now say goodbye, you lying little piece of shit, because I'm letting him go!
[hangs up]
Eddie Moscone: [jiggling the switch hook on his phone, starting to panic] Jack?

Eddie Moscone: I'm goin' over to Chen Lu's for breakfast, I'll talk to you about it over there.
Jack Walsh: Can I get my money first?
Eddie Moscone: Of course. What, do you think I was gonna try to stiff you?
Jack Walsh: You? Never. You would never try to stiff me.
Eddie Moscone: Do I detect some kind of sarcasm here?
Jack Walsh: Never.
Eddie Moscone: Where have I inherited this reputation? I have never done business with anybody, and Jerry is my witness, that I have ever, ever, ever... has that phone ever rang... has that phone ever rang with a complaint about me? Never... Never! So let's go, I'll buy you some breakfast.