Denis Leary: Gus

The Ref

Gus

Gus: You know what, lady? I'd like to tie you to the back of a fucking truck.
Rose: You don't have the balls.
[Gus leaps up from his chair toward Rose and is intercepted by Lloyd]
Lloyd: Don't do it! It's not worth it.
Gus: I fucking hate her, Lloyd!
Lloyd: I know, I know.
Gus: What is the matter with you? I thought mothers were sweet and nice a-a-and Patient. I know loan sharks who are more forgiving than you. Your husband ain't dead, lady. He's hiding.

Murray: Gus?
Gus: What?
Murray: When are we gonna open presents?
Gus: Presents? Is that what you said? Presents? We'll open them when we get there. No, in fact, I'll save you the trouble. Your present is a giant fucking cannon. And you're gonna crawl in it. Then I'm gonna get 2 pounds of gunpowder and I'm gonna shoot you right out of Jersey! And then I'm gonna drive to Jersey, and pick up all the parts of your body and put them in a plastic bag. Then I'm gonna drive to my house with you in the bag and toss you into the fireplace. I'm gonna get my glass of whiskey and watch the Charlie Brown Special with your ashes burning IN MY FUCKING HOUSE! AGH!
Murray: Gus?
Gus: What?
Murray: What's that smell?
Gus: Shut up.

Gus: Look kid... what I do, running around, stealing stuff, may sound great when you're 14 years old, but it sucks just a little bit when you're 35. No house, no family. I got a partner who's 56, alcoholic... he still can't understand why they took "Happy Days" off the air. And then I got to turn on the TV every day and see kids like you, one after another on these talk shows. You got everything, opportunities up the ass, you got a family to come home to, and what do you do? You sit around, and you bitch and you moan, because things don't go your way. Well, you know what, kid? Welcome to the real world, where most times things don't go your fucking way.

Gus: [with a gun to Rose's head] All right. Everybody into the den, or I'll shoot her.
Connie Chasseur: Go ahead. Shoot her.
Gus: Shut up! Get in the den!

Caroline: We had our own restaurant once. An Italian restaurant. Of course, I would have preferred French, but...
Gus: What are we, girlfriends? Do I give a shit about this? No.

Gus: I swear to God, you hit that kid one more time and I will stick that pig's head right up your ass!
Connie Chasseur: Gary, are you gonna let him talk to me like that?
Gary Chasseur: Well, he is a doctor.

[Gus on the phone with a bartender]
Gus: Is there a Murray there?
Bartender: [to the patrons] Is there a Murray here?
[Into the phone]
Bartender: I don't think he's here, pal.
Gus: See if there's a waste of fucking life named Murray, try that.
Bartender: [to the patrons] Is there a fucking waste of life named Murray here?
Murray: Gussy? Yeah that's me.

Gus: Soooo... got any cigarettes?
Lloyd: I don't smoke and Caroline just quit.
Gus: Really? Just quit, huh?
Caroline: [she nods her head yes]
Gus: So... where are they?
Caroline: What do you mean?
Gus: Where aaare they, Caroliiiiine?
Caroline: [sighs] They're behind the chessboard.
Lloyd: What? You lied to me! You said you were finished!
Caroline: I said I hadn't finished a cigarette. I take a couple drags, I don't inhale.
Lloyd: Oh you are such a liar!
Caroline: I am not, I said...
Gus: [Gus is sick of the argument and pushes both of them over in thier chairs] Did you say that you would quit, Caroline? DID YOU SAY... that you would quit?
Caroline: [shaking her head yes]
Gus: YES! So that means that YOU are a liar, end of story.
Lloyd: [chuckles thinking he's won, but Gus looks over and comes towards him]
Gus: [putting the gun to his head] You saw the stop sign didn't you, Lloyd?
[waving the gun back and forth]
Gus: You... saw the... stop sign... DIDN'T YOU?
Lloyd: Y-yes, I did.
Gus: YES! So that means that you, too, are a liar! Capital "L", small "i", small "a", small "r", period. Now shut... the fuck... up!

Gus: [noticing John has wrapped half a roll of tape around Connie's mouth] Hey kid, that's enough.
John Chasseur: Are you sure this will hold?

Gus: From now on, the only person who gets to yell is me. Why? Because I have a gun. People with guns get to do whatever they want. Married people without guns - for instance - you - DO NOT get to yell. Why? NO GUNS! No guns, no yelling. See? Simple little equation.