I'm not mad, I'm proud of you. You took your first pinch like a man and you learn two great things in your life. Look at me, never rat on your friends and always keep your mouth shut.
You're no messiah. You're a movie of the week. You're a fucking t-shirt, at best.
Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
What’s in the box? What’s in the fucking box?
Right after I got here I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce and I got egg noodles and ketchup. I'm an average nobody. I get to live the rest of my life like a schnook.
One day some of the kids from the neighborhood carried my mother's groceries all the way home. You know why? It was outta respect.
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.
This guy's methodical, exacting, and worst of all, patient.
For a second I thought I was dead. But, when I heard all the noise, I knew they were cops. Only cops talk that way. If they'd been wiseguys, I wouldn't have heard a thing. I would've been dead.
Detective. Detective. DETECTIVE! You're looking for me.