What can I tell you, kid? You're right. When you're right, you're right, and you're right.
You're a very nosy fellow, kitty cat. Huh? You know what happens to nosy fellows? Huh? No? Wanna guess? Huh? No? Okay. They lose their noses.
Isn't that something? Middle of a drought and the water commissioner drowns. Only in L.A.
Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.
I goddamn near lost my nose. And I like it. I like breathing through it. And I still think you're hiding something.
In Sicily, women are more dangerous than shotguns.
Only don't tell me you're innocent. Because it insults my intelligence and makes me very angry.