Jimmy Two Times: I’m gonna go get the papers. Get the papers.
Billy Batts: Now go home, and get your fuckin shine box.
Spider: Why don’t you go fuck yourself, Tommy?
Jimmy: You’re gonna dig the hole. You’re gonna do it. I got no fuckin lime. You’re gonna do it.
Tommy: The fuck cares? I’ll dig the fuckin hole. I don’t give a fuck. What is it, the first hole I dug? Not the first time I dug a hole. I’ll fuckin dig a hole. Where are the shovels?
Henry: For us, to live any other way was nuts. To us, those goody good people who worked shitty jobs for bum paychecks and took the subway to work every day – and worried about their bills – were dead. I mean they were suckers. They had no balls. If we wanted something, we just took it. If anyone complained twice, they got hit so bad, believe me, they never complained again
Tommy: Sure, Mom. I settle down with a nice girl every night. Then I’m free the next morning.
Tommy: Kidding? How am I meant to know you’re kidding? You’re breaking my fucking balls.
Henry: Now the guy’s got Paulie as a partner. Any problems, he goes to Paulie. Trouble with the bill? He can go to Paulie. Trouble with the cops, deliveries, Tommy, he can call Paulie. But now the guy’s gotta come up with Paulie’s money every week no matter what. Business bad? Fuck you, pay me. Oh, you had a fire? Fuck you, pay me. Place got hit by lightning huh? Fuck you, pay me.”