James Gandolfini credited as playing...
Nick Murder
- Nick Murder: Would you give me one more chance? Please? I'll do anything! Anything! I'll give you anything! I love you. Maybe I don't know how to show it like they do in the movies or in books but I love. I have love to give.
- Nick Murder: Two, two things a man should know how to do: Be romantic and smoke his brains out.
- Gene Vincent: I agree.
- Nick Murder: Are you circumcised?
- Angelo: What?
- Nick Murder: Are you circumcised?
- Angelo: Circularized?
- Nick Murder: No, circumcised.
- Angelo: My circulation's fine.
- Nick Murder: No, are you circumcised?
- Kitty Kane: [reading from a piece of paper] "If God's gift of grace, Or the light on your face, Could make me forget, Your vagina is wet."
- Nick Murder: Let me see that.
- Kitty Kane: "To Tula, my Tula, my red flower of love."
- Nick Murder: What are you, a private dick?
- Kitty Kane: How different could it be, huh? It's just a hole.
- Nick Murder: You can't incriminate a man over some words.
- Kitty Kane: What do you think you're gonna find there? Peanuts?
- Nick Murder: It's poetry!
- Kitty Kane: You whoremaster. You...
- Nick Murder: No.
- Kitty Kane: Whoremaster. I smoked your ass out. You two-faced Judas!
- Nick Murder: I am not a whoremaster! My brothers, they're the whoremasters! Not me!
- Kitty Kane: Ever since you grew that filthy little moustache!
- Nick Murder: I am not a whoremaster!
- Kitty Kane: Preening in the mirror like Maria Callas! "Put the cologne all over my back, sweetie." I cook you chicken, fish, no butter low-cal this, low-cal that. I trim your nose hairs, you fuck!
- Nick Murder: I swear on my father's grave, okay?
- Kitty Kane: Oh, another whoremaster!
- Nick Murder: Are you circumcised?
- Angelo: Hell, no. That shit hurts. Somebody cuts my dick it better be for vengeance.
- Angelo: Mrs Murder. Nice to see you. How are you?
- Nick's Mother: Every breath is a victory.
- Nick Murder: Hi ya, Mom.
- Nick's Mother: Don't you, "Hi, Mom" me. I told you. I told you! In the sixth grade, I told you, "Never tell a woman your business. You just do your thing and you keep it to yourself!"
- Kitty Kane: Every day you'll wake up alone.
- Nick Murder: You don't even like me anymore, do you?
- Kitty Kane: I hate you with all the hate that you can hate with!
- Kitty Kane: Oh, it's poetry. Well, I'm gonna give you some fucking poetry: Pink motels, White thighs, Deep fried, Shake it, Bake it, Rotate it, Swollen heads, Busted beds, Empty lots, Dirty red twats.
- Nick Murder: You just made that up?
- Kitty Kane: I'm deep.
- Nick Murder: [singing] I cannot face this world, That's fallen down on me, So, if you see my girl please send her back to me, Tell her about my heart, That's slowly dying, Say I can't stop myself, From crying, Every day I wake up then I start to break up, Lonely is a man without love...
- Nick Murder: Marriage is combat, son.
- Police Officer: Yes, sir.
- Nick Murder: And not clean combat.
- Police Officer: No, sir.
- Nick Murder: I saw her coming out of the loo at her crazy sister's apartment. She had this headful of wet hair and was wearing a soft, cream-coloured terry cloth robe. So I asked her. I need to borrow a piece of luggage.
- Kitty Kane: You shacking up?
- Nick Murder: Ah, ain't nothing wrong with sex.
- Kitty Kane: You have big ones, buster.
- Nick Murder: Yeah. Dinosaur balls.
- Kitty Kane: I'm from Brooklyn. Boys don't talk to girls like that in Brooklyn.
- Nick Murder: I'd be better off a fag.
- Angelo: Those guys are in shape. Randolph Scott was a fag.
- Nick Murder: Not Randolph Scott?
- Angelo: Yeah, him and Cary Grant.
- Nick Murder: Get out of here. Not in a million years!
- Angelo: The list is long. There's a lot of great fags.
- Nick Murder: She's a redhead.
- Angelo: Au naturel?
- Nick Murder: The whole megillah.
- Angelo: It's rare. They feel more. That's scientifically proven.
- Nick Murder: What?
- Angelo: You take a natural red versus a brunette. Right? And you prod them both with a jolt of electric shock, mild. The carrot-top's gonna need 20% more anesthesia.
- Nick Murder: To numb the pain?
- Angelo: Pain, pleasure, it's all nerve-related! The point is, they *feel* more. Nice as she is, red as her bush is, fuckable as she is, you gotta put the fire out, my friend! Attend to it! Stamp out that Benson & Hedges bitch once and for all.
- Tula: [on the phone] Oh, Nicky. I want you to put your finger up my asshole right now.
- Nick Murder: Tula.
- Tula: My pussy's lonely, baby.
- Nick Murder: Yeah?
- Tula: Kiss it, nasty man. Come on. Yeah. Give me those balls that clang.
- Nick Murder: Don't talk like that, will you?
- Tula: Well, you know what, Nicky? I cannot talk. I'm just getting fucked by a big, hard, young, circumcised cock.
- Nick Murder: What are you talking about? Are you with somebody else?
- Tula: You're not here. What do you want me to do sit around and touch me self?
- Nick Murder: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I do. I do.
- Nick Murder: God. You are one crude broad.
- Tula: Is that what you think of me?
- Nick Murder: I'm not a thinker. No.
- Tula: You know what? Next time a flag rises - you can knock on me back door. Marlon Brando style.
- Nick Murder: What do you mean, up - up your stovepipe?
- Tula: Yeah. Sure. Why not? Open my safe.
- Nick Murder: There's a lot of things in this pothole of a life that don't make sense. But you do them.