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Boardwalk Empire (2010–) is an American television series airing on HBO. Set in Atlantic City, New Jersey during the Prohibition era, it is written by Emmy Award-winning screenwriter and producer Terence Winter.

Season 1[edit]

Boardwalk Empire [1.1][edit]

Nucky Thompson: First rule of politics, kiddo: Never let the truth get in the way of a good story.

Jimmy Darmody: You can't be half a gangster, Nucky. Not anymore.

Margaret Schroeder: I'd be honored to name my child after you.
Nucky Thompson: Enoch? You couldn't possibly be so cruel.

Jimmy Darmody: Nucky, all I want is an opportunity.
Nucky Thompson: This is America, ain't it? Who the fuck's stopping you?

Nucky Thompson: Rest assured that dry though the country may be, I am in the midst of concluding arrangements that will keep Atlantic City wet as a mermaid's twat.
Mayor Harry Bacharach: Jeez, Nucky, you're fucking mermaids now?
Nucky Thompson: Every vote counts, Mr. Mayor.

William McCoy: And he took the loaves and fishes, looked at his disciples and said, "Fuck it. We're going into the whiskey business".

The Ivory Tower [1.2][edit]

Arnold Rothstein: There was a man once, I don't recall his name, frequented the billiard parlors downtown. He made a comfortable living wagering whether he could swallow certain objects, billiard balls being a specialty. He'd pick a ball, take it down his gullet, to here, and regurgitate it back up. One evening, I decided to challenge this man to a wager. Ten thousand in cash for him to do the trick with a billiard ball of my choosing. Now he knew I'd seen him do this a dozen times so I can only surmise that he thought I was stupid. We laid down the cash and I handed him the cue ball. He swallowed it down, it lodged in his throat, and he choked to death on the spot. What I knew and he didn't was that the cue ball is one sixteenth of an inch larger than the other balls, just too large to swallow. Do you know what the moral of this tale is, Mr. Yale?
Frankie Yale: Don't eat a cue ball?
Arnold: The moral of the story is: If I'd cause a stranger to choke to death for my own amusement, what do you think I'll do to you if you don't tell me who ordered you to kill Collisimo?

Margaret Schroeder: Would you help me, Mr. Thompson? All I want is to provide for my children.
Nucky Thompson: I'd like to help you.
Margaret Schroeder': Then tell me what to do. What do you want from me?
Nucky Thompson: I want you to vote Republican.

Al Capone: What'll it be?
Corrigan: I'll take a whiskey and a statement on the record.

Johnny Torrio: [seeing Capone kicking Corrigan] What the fuck's going on?
Al Capone: I'm making a statement.

Broadway Limited [1.3][edit]

Nucky Thompson: The split is 80 percent-20 percent, my favor. I supply the product, your people work their magic.
Chalky White: That's a whole lot of magic for 20 percent.
Nucky Thompson: It's the same deal I gave Mickey Cusick.
Chalky White: You know that motherfucker changed his name to Doyle?
Nucky Thompson: I did.
Chalky White: 40 percent.
Nucky Thompson: What happened to 30?
Chalky White: I'll charge 10 extra for thinking I'd take the same deal as Mickey.
Nucky: I didn't know you were so sensitive.
Chalky White: As a baby's ass, motherfucker. [leaves]
Nucky Thompson: [to Eddie] What's motherfucker mean?
Eddie Kessler: I suppose it's a schvartze term.

Arnold Rothstein: There's a lot of money in that pot. Do you know how much?
Henry: Yeah, 20.
Arnold Rothstein: 22,500. How much mining equipment would you have to sell to make 22,000 bucks, Henry?
Henry: A lot. Are you in or out?
Arnold Rothstein: I'll see your 2, and raise you 5.
Henry: [after a moment's hesitation] Take it. I was bluffing.
Arnold Rothstein: I know. So was I.

Anastasia [1.4][edit]

Chalky White: I was born in Elgin, Texas. My daddy taught himself the carpenter trade doing for the black folk there. I tell you, anything that man put his hand to - table, chair, wedding chest - he make that wood sing. Now one day, a man, Mr. T. O. Persall, come 'round. He a white man, own his own store, stable, hotel. He say to my daddy: "I hears you the finest carpenter in Elgin." My daddy tell him: "Well, I can't say one way or the other, but I knows a bit about somethin'." So Mr. T. O. Persall take my daddy to this house he was building. Biggest house in town. They walk in there, say: "This here gon' be the library. What you think 'bout that?" My daddy say: "Well, I think you need some bookcases." "Well then, that's what I want you to make me." 10 months my daddy worked there. And when he finished, he bring me 'round. "Mr. Persall, this here my boy. I'd like to show him what I done." "Well, come on in! Through the front door!" Just like that! And we did. When I see them bookcases, all covered with scroll and flowers, baskets of fruit, little angels floatin' in the corner... that was the most beautiful thing I ever seen. About a month later, another man come 'round. "I see what you did for T. O. Can't let that old dog top me. You come 'round my house, I'll show you what I need." My daddy go with him to the edge of town. Wasn't nothin' there but 6 white men, 12 foot of rope, and the pepper tree they hung him from. [pause, Chalky takes out some carpentry tools] These here my daddy's tools.
Grand Cyclops of the KKK: [afraid] What are you gonna do with them?
Chalky White: Well... I ain't buildin' no bookcase...

Nights in Ballygran [1.5][edit]

Eli Thompson: The whole thing's a game isn't it? So easy for you. Well, I'll keep at it. Maybe one day I'll lie as good as you.
Nucky Thompson: It's "lie as well as me", you dolt. You wanna be taken seriously, then learn how to fuckin' speak.

Family Limitation [1.6][edit]

Nucky Thompson: Knock, goddammit!
Eddie Kessler: I did!
Nucky Thompson: Well, knock like a man!

Nucky Thompson: Jesus Christ! The fuck are you doing?
Eddie Kessler: You told me to knock in a manly fashion.
Nucky Thompson: Well leave the door on the hinges!

Al Capone: That stuff you said in front of the boys, bout me in the war; makes me look bad. That ain't how you treat a buddy.
Jimmy Darmody: Is that what we are?
Al Capone: What did you think we were?
Jimmy Darmody: Accomplices.
Al Capone: It's the same thing right?

Home [1.7][edit]

Richard Harrow: Hrrm. You want this? [brings out a book] My sister sends them to me, cause I used to enjoy 'em.
Jimmy Darmody: You don't anymore?
Richard Harrow: Hrrm. It occurred to me the basis of fiction is that people have some sort of connection with each other. Hrrm. But they don't.

Liam: The whore, Pearl... I was just doing Sheridan's bidding.
Jimmy Darmody: Relax, I'm not gonna kill you. Did you serve, Liam? In the war.
Liam: I had pneumatic fever.
Jimmy Darmody: 3 years. France, mostly. It's almost impossible to describe the horror. It's a living... waking... nightmare. There was a soldier, a German; him and his men tried to attack our position in the Argonne forest. It was nighttime. While he was trying to climb through some barbwire, I shot him twice; once in the stomach, once in the neck. He slumped over the barbwire, and no matter what he did to try and wriggle free, it just got worse for him. I left him there, like that, for days, listening to him moaning, crying, "mutti, mutti, mutti". That's German for "mama"; "mama", that's what he kept saying. The curious thing is that despite the fact that his situation was utterly hopeless, he didn't wanna die. I offered to kill him several times, but he just kept fighting. Like some miracle would befall him, get him out of his predicament. We hold on so desperately to life. Some people feel, certainly in that soldier's situation, that being alive is much, much worse. [pause] I'm gonna go now. I don't wanna ever see you again.
Liam: You won't.

Hold Me In Paradise [1.8][edit]

Senator Walter Edge: I'll make it up to you, later.
Nucky Thompson: Later, when?
Senator Walter Edge: When I'm in the White House.
Nucky Thompson: The only chance you have of entering the White House is on a guided fuckin' tour.

Belle Femme [1.9][edit]

Richard Harrow: Chalky, Mr. White, heard back from his men in Philadelphia.
Jimmy Darmody: Any sign of Them?
Richard Harrow: Mrs. D'Allesio, the mother is there, the sisters and another brother.
Jimmy Darmody: Which one?
Richard Harrow: Adrian.
Jimmy Darmody: Never heard of him.
Richard Harrow: He's a dentist. I could go there.
Jimmy Darmody: Where?
Richard Harrow: To Philadelphia.
Jimmy Darmody: There's no point. They're laying low someplace else.
Richard Harrow: I would kill the mother and the sisters. And the dentist. That would make them stick their heads up.

Arnold Rothstein: You know the nice thing about the Bronx Zoo, Charlie? There's bars between you and the monkeys.

The Emerald City [1.10][edit]

Nucky Thompson: [to Matteo D'Alessio] We've already met actually; you shot at me on the boardwalk.
Matteo D'Alessio: You've got me confused with somebody else.
Nucky Thompson: There's another dago walking around with dog shit on his face?

Nucky Thompson: Mr. Rothstein made his bed.
Jimmy Darmody: Now you fellas can die in it.
Lucien D'Alessio: [to Matteo D'Alessio] Huh, tough talk when he ain't in the room, right?
Jimmy Darmody: What did you say?
Lucien D'Alessio: Oh I'm sorry, I thought you heard me. What I said was that you, Mr. Thompson and this coon here can all go fuck each other. Right. [Jimmy draws his gun] Oh! Oh! Fuckin' tough guy, you're gonna shoot me for mouthing off?
Jimmy Darmody: I wasn't going to, but you kinda talked me into it.

Paris Green [1.11][edit]

Eli Thompson: Nobody cares about you. They just care about what you can give them. And that includes your Irish chippie, who you just handed a blank cheque!
Nucky Thompson: Y'know, it's too bad you didn't see Hardeen the other night.
Eli Thompson: What?
Nucky Thompson: It's an entertaining act, but if he wasn't Houdini's brother, nobody'd give a fuck!

Agent Nelson Van Alden: [After drowning his Jewish partner for refusing to convert to Christianity] THOU HAST FULFILLED THE JUDGEMENT OF THE WICKED!!!

A Return to Normalcy [1.12][edit]

Nucky Thompson: Gentlemen of the Fourth Estate. Tragic though it is, I need hardly remind you that the passage of the 18th Amendment has given rise to a new breed of criminals. Vicious thugs, emboldened by the promise of an easy dollar. Last January, in the woods, only a few miles from where I speak to you today, a horrible massacre occurred. Five men, bootleggers all, were cut down in cold blood by a rival gang. The suspected ringleader of the killers, Hans Schroeder, was found dead days later, caught in a fisherman's net in one of our piers. Due to the tireless work of my brother, former sheriff Eli Thompson, we have since learned the Schroeder's conspirators in this cowardly attack were a group of killers laid to Philadelphia, well-known to law enforcement as the D'Alessio brothers. I am happy to report, they are being sought for questioning as I speak. Motivated by political gain, the Democrats have argued that the incumbent administration has been rife with corruption, soft on crime. On this election eve, I submit to you this: while this heinous crime did certainly occur on the Republican watch, the apprehension of those responsible did as well. Vote for Edward Bader tomorrow, and keep our city safe. I thank you all, and God bless America!

Margaret Schroeder: There's a kindness in you. I know it. How can you do what you do?
Nucky Thompson: We all have to decide for ourselves how much sin we can live with.

Season 2[edit]

21 [2.1][edit]

Nucky Thompson: [to Jimmy] Your father is a very duplicitous man. You've been told.

Mickey Doyle: Should I be concerned that there's blood on some of these crates?
Jimmy Darmody: Not unless it's yours.

Commodore Louis Kaestner: [to Jimmy] You will be judged by what you succeed at, boy, not by what you attempt.

Jimmy Darmody: [Joining Nucky on the porch outside a Klansman's funeral] An awful waste of a lot of good tablecloths.
Nucky Thompson: And the laundry bills.

Ourselves Alone [2.2][edit]

Commodore Louis Kaestner: Ask the man inside of you this: When you come face to face with destiny, do you want to be the bear or do you want to be the one holding the shotgun?

James Darmody: I won't pretend you're inclined to be warm to me. I wouldn't insult you like that, cuz before anything else, I have great respect for you, your wisdom, your achievements.
Arnold Rothstein: You're better spoken than I expected.
James Darmody: We never really talked before.
Arnold Rothstein: You and Charlie are acquainted?
James Darmody: We have someone in common [Lucky slept with James' mother and tried to murder him].
Arnold Rothstein: You hear, Charlie? Discretion. Charlie volunteered to absent himself from this meeting. He felt his presence might be disruptive, but I counseled what?
Lucky Luciano: Never let the past get in the way of the future.
James Darmody: We are all learning, Mr. Rothstein.
Arnold Rothstein: And what can I learn from you, Mr. Darmody?
James Darmody: That things are changing in Atlantic City. If you're in the market for quality liquor coming in off the beaches at a reasonable price and in good supply, I can get it for you.
Arnold Rothstein: You personally?
James Darmody: Me. My associates. I'm expanding my business and you are precisely the type of discerning customer I'm looking for.
Arnold Rothstein: And Nucky Thompson?
James Darmody: Nucky's like a father to me.
Lucky Luciano: I have a father. Barely said hello in 5 years.
James Darmody: Sorry to hear it.
Arnold Rothstein: Who are you, Mr. Darmody?
James Darmody: Pardon?
Arnold Rothstein: Y-Y-You show up well dressed with a suit cravat and a bold proposal. A year ago you were a brigand in the woods. Who are you?
James Darmody: I'm a businessman, a veteran, I just got married.
Arnold Rothstein: Congratulations.
James Darmody: I have a son. He's almost 4.
Arnold Rothstein: Cart before the horse?
James Darmody: Do you have kids, Mr. Rothstein?
Arnold Rothstein: No, but I'm told they often say unexpected and amusing things. I appreciate you coming to me. I applaud your audacity. And I give you my word that your offer remains in this room.
James Darmody: What does that mean?
Lucky Luciano: I'll show you out.

Margaret Schroeder: [to Nucky] You are smarter than your enemies and you will persevere, but you aren't thinking clearly now. You must concentrate and not give over to emotion.

Leander Cephas Whitlock: [Toasting Eli] Propinate nobis similibusque. [Translation: "Here's to us and those like us - damn few left]

A Dangerous Maid [2.3][edit]

What Does the Bee Do? [2.4][edit]

[after Richard returns late from his would-be suicidal trip into the woods on Memorial Day]
Jimmy Darmody: Where were you today?
Richard Harrow: Needed to take a walk.
Jimmy Darmody: I should've gone with you.
Richard Harrow: We're both back now.
Jimmy Darmody: You up for a job tonight?
[Richard just looks at him]
Jimmy Darmody: Is there a problem, Richard?
Richard Harrow: [haltingly] Would you... fight for me?
Jimmy Darmody: [walks over to him; with intensity] Of course I would. Right down to the last bullet.
Richard Harrow: [near tears] Then let's go to work.

Gimcrack & Bunkum [2.5][edit]

Jimmy Darmody: You think I can't play this game?
Nucky Thompson: I don't think you even know the rules.

Eli Thompson: You're one nasty prick!
Nucky Thompson: And you're a frightened little boy with nowhere else to go.

The Age of Reason [2.6][edit]

Eddie Kessler: Yeah, I understand. You want Schlampen.

Peg of Old [2.7][edit]

Owen Sleater: I make people stop.

Two Boats and a Lifeguard [2.8][edit]

Nucky Thompson: [to Eli, at their father's wake] I'm here for mother, and for Susan.
Eli Thompson: They're all together now.
Nucky Thompson: Heaven? If such a thing existed, you really think that son of a bitch would be there?
Eli Thompson: [choking up] Was he that bad, Nucky? Really?
Nucky Thompson: You've obviously forgotten key events from our childhood.
Eli Thompson: I turned out OK. So did you. Whatever he did, he made us the men we are today.
Nucky Thompson: What's that?
Eli Thompson: We run this fucking town, Nucky!
Nucky Thompson: We don't run anything, brother. And he can rot in Hell.
Eli Thompson: That's you, boy, in spades. No capacity for forgiveness.
Nucky Thompson: Grow up, brother, please. And take some responsibility. At long fucking last.

Battle of the Century [2.9][edit]

Manny Horvitz: We got a deal, but just so we're clear, my ice box is filled with pieces of fellas who tried to fuck me over.
Jimmy Darmody: [unmoved] I just got creamsicles in mine.

Georgia Peaches [2.10][edit]

Commodore Louis Kaestner: Just... show 'em your cunt. [Jimmy looks puzzled] You heard me. Just lift up your skirt and let yourself get fucked!

Jimmy Darmody: I know you're not happy, Angela. I know there are things that you think about me that you're afraid to say. I'm gonna make it up to you. I'm gonna get everything settled once and for all. You'll see. I can be the person you want me to be.

Under God's Power She Flourishes [2.11][edit]

[After Angela's murder, a traumatized Jimmy sits with Gillian]
Gillian Darmody: There will have to be a funeral, of course. It's important that everything look right. There won't be many people there, anyway. She didn't have a very wide circle, did she? The other one... not a local girl. They're trying to find some family. Not our concern. We'll need to consider Tommy. I told him, "Mommy went away for a few days to paint." That buys us some time. I think, tell me if I'm wrong, we'll say that she went to live with her friends in Paris, and she wants her little boy to stay here, where he'll be safe with his daddy, who works so hard, and his meemaw, who loves him so very much. And, you know what? A month from now - and I don't mean to sound cold - he won't even remember who she was...
[Enraged, Jimmy grabs her by the throat]
Jimmy Darmody: I'll remember! I'll remember! I'll remember! I'll remember!
[The Commodore attacks Jimmy, and the two fight]
Gillian Darmody: No!
[Jimmy suddenly stabs the Commodore in the gut. He pulls the knife out and stares at his father, unsure of what to do]
Gillian Darmody: Then finish it, goddamn you! Finish it!
[Jimmy stabs the Commodore in the heart, killing him]

To the Lost [2.12][edit]

[Jimmy and Richard force Neary to write a confession to Nucky's crimes at gunpoint]
Jim Neary: Nice, fellas - a confession signed at gunpoint.
Jimmy Darmody: Not just a confession.
Richard Harrow: A suicide note. [he sticks a gun in Neary's mouth and fires]

Nucky Thompson: [to Jimmy, just before shooting him] You don't know me, James. You never did. I am not seeking forgiveness.

Season 3[edit]

Resolution [3.1][edit]

Nucky Thompson: Untie him. Oh, but before you do, put a bullet in his fucking head.

[Nucky has just cut the city's liquor barons out of a profitable deal]
Nucky Thompson: Sorry, gentlemen. New year, new rules.
Gyp Rosetti: Well, that makes sense. A chink I know tells me that '23 is the year of the pig.
Nucky Thompson: This is a business decision.
Gyp Rosetti: I come all the way down here, put up with car trouble...
George Remus: We all got the same news.
Gyp Rosetti: But we ain't all in the same fuckin' boat! I'm gettin' squeezed on all sides...
Frank Capone: [warns him in Italian]
Gyp Rosetti: Fuck you, Frank! Your fuckin' rathole bar and your fuckin' warehouse in Canarsie? I don't see you doin' me any favors, amicu! [to Rothstein] And you, you smug kike midget, creeping around like a dentist with ether...
Lucky Luciano: Why don't you watch your fuckin' mouth...
Gyp Rosetti: Why don't you go sit in the corner, short pants? [to Nucky] And then there's you. Fuckin' breadstick in a bowtie. You pasty-faced motherfucker...
Nucky Thompson: [angry but controlled] You must be tired, Mr. Rossetti. That can make a man irritable. You need some rest.
Gyp Rosetti: I need 500 cases of rum.
Nucky Thompson: You and your men, my guests at the Ritz.
Gyp Rosetti: You think I can't float my own hotel room?
Nucky Thompson: I'm making a goodwill gesture. Accept it or not.
Gyp Rosetti: How about I make one to you?
Owen Sleater: You'll not do it here.
Gyp Rosetti: I'll shit you out like yesterday's sausage, you bog-trottin' prick.
Nucky Thompson: You're making my decision very easy.
[Rosetti looks around the room, sees he has no support]
Gyp Rosetti: Nobody around here can take a joke.

Spaghetti and Coffee [3.2][edit]

Gyp Rosetti: 8 trucks, huh? Lotta gasoline.
Mickey Doyle: So? We;re good for it.
Gyp Rosetti: Sure. Only thing is, we ain't got any.
Owen Sleater: You have no fuel?
Gyp Rosetti: And here it is, a filling station. [laughs] That makes me chuckle.
Owen Sleater: [pointing with his gun] We'll gas up, we'll pay you, and we'll move on.
Gyp Rosetti: What's that? A gun? [shows his own weapon] I got a gun. [Rosetti's men appear and hold Doyle and Sleater at gunpoint] I got a gun, and he got a gun, and he got a gun. Everybody got guns!

Bone For Tuna [3.3][edit]

Richard Harrow: [describing killing Horvitz] I waited, outside his house. I used a shotgun, very close.
Nucky Thompson: May I ask why?
Richard Harrow: Angela Darmody.
Nucky Thompson: Not her husband?
Richard Harrow: Jimmy was a soldier. He fought, he lost.
Nucky' Thompson: So I can assume my family and I are safe?
Richard Harrow: You and Mrs. Thompson were good to me. You have nothing to fear.
Nucky Thompson: How many people have you killed?
Richard Harrow: 63.
Nucky Thompson: Do you think about any of them?
Richard Harrow: You know the answer to that, yourself.

Gyp Rosetti: "Bone For Tuna". What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Tonino Sandretti: The kid's Irish. The pronunciation was off...
Gyp Rosetti: I know what he meant! Who the fuck is Nucky Thompson to wish me good luck? In Italian, no less, like he's fuckin' mocking me? He's real fuckin' cute, I'll tell you that! Sets me up to lose, pulls out of the whiskey deal at the last minute, and then says "bon fortuna" like he's rootin' for me to get back on my feet. Push me off a cliff, why don't ya?
Tonino Sandretti: I don't think...
Gyp Rosetti: Good luck flappin' your arms on the way down! Am I right?
Tonino Sandretti: Sure, but...
Gyp Rosetti: The attitude on him. Scrawny Irish prick. I need his blessing to make my way in the world?
Tonino Sandretti: I don't...
Gyp Rosetti: I need him to lecture me? Nothing's personal? What the fuck is life if it's not personal?

Blue Bell Boy [3.4][edit]

Nucky: [to Eli] Allowing you to simply go to jail is the last gift I'll ever give you.

[Nucky kills Roland Smith]
Owen Sleater: I thought you were letting him go.
Nucky Thompson: Why would you think that?
Owen Sleater: [pause] I misunderstood.
Nucky Thompson: As long as you understand now.

You'd be Surprised [3.5][edit]

Arnold Rothstein: [discussing Rosetti's blockade of Nucky's liquor] It's bad for business?
Nucky Thompson: Isn't it?
Arnold Rothstein: And what would you know about it, conducting yours like a drunken shopkeeper?
Nucky Thompson: Alright, Arnold. You're allowed to blow off steam.
Arnold Rothstein: It's not alright. Do you think I entered into this arrangement because I value your companionship? You are a convenience, of geography and supply. You promised a quantity and a price. You have failed to deliver! And now, owing to your inability to manage your affairs in New Jersey - a state I have little interest in or affection for - you expect me to start a war? In New York? Where things actually matter?
Nucky' Thompson: I expect you to understand that Gyp Rossetti is trouble for everyone. I lost an entire convoy...
Arnold Rothstein: Because of your own cavalierness! Because you run off to Manhattan at a moment's notice to rut with some showgirl!
Nucky Thompson: You'd be wise to leave Miss Kent out of this.
Arnold Rothstein: Why? You can't. Do you even begin to understand how weak that makes you look?
Nucky Thompson: That's a big noise from a man who is dead below the waist.
Arnold Rothstein: I practice discretion.
Nucky Thompson: You practice bullshit! Who the fuck are you, Arnold, aside from a little weasel with a good poker face?

Sunday Best [3.6][edit]

Joe Masseria: [to Rosetti, in Italian] I can't control you, I can't rely on you, and now I can't afford you.
Gyp Rosetti: [nervous] It's Easter Sunday, Joe.
Joe Masseria: Also April Fool's.
Gyp Rosetti: So what're we jokin' about?
Joe Masseria: I'm not joking. [gets up and walks away as his men advance on Rosetti]
Gyp Rosetti: Nucky Thompson. Arnold Rothstein.
Joe Masseria: What about them?
Gyp Rosetti: They're not losin' sleep about no 20 blocks of road on the East Side. They're workin' together. They're buildin' something a lot bigger than you and me.
Joe Masseria: Then let them do what they want.
Gyp Rosetti: Because you think you got what you have, right? But not for long. Things are changin'. That Luciano kid...
Joe Masseria: I straightened him out. You don't want...
Gyp Rosetti: He's not like you and me! Look who he works for, Joe! They're buildin' something, and it don't include us! Who's gonna own this place, huh? Heebs and Micks and back-stabbin' fucks that don't respect where they come from! After all the blood we put into it! [in Italian] What about us? What happens to us? [in English] You do what you gotta do with me, but you're gonna be in a war whether you like it or not.
Joe Masseria: Ah, you gonna save me, huh?
Gyp Rosetti: Give me your blessing. Let me finish what I started, but this time with enough juice to make it stick. I'll bring you Thompson.
Joe Masseria: What do I care about Thompson?
Gyp Rosetti: And I'll bring you Rothstein. Luciano and the kikes he runs with. I'll kill 'em all. And when I'm through, they're not gonna call you Joe the Boss no more - they're gonna call you Joe the King.

Sunday Best [3.7][edit]

Gyp Rosetti: [talking to God in church] I just need to get this said. No disrespect, but you put me down in this game. I didn't ask for that. Make me want things, things I can see, that I can almost touch... then you take 'em away. Not for me, right? Everyone else, but not me. I'm, what, a mistake you made? Like some leftovers? And I'm supposed to go through my life, no friendship, no love, till I'm pissin' in my bed and coughin' up blood on the sheets? Then I'll know, right? Then it'll be clear. [shouting] Put it in front of me, take it away! Why would you do that? Just to screw with me? What kind of sick fuck thinks that way? I'm supposed to trust you. Based on the treatment so far? What're you up to, huh? I'm here! I'm listenin'! I'm ready for any kind of explanation!
Priest: Are you all right?
Rosetti: I'm prayin'.
Priest: You're yelling.
Rosetti: Can I ask you something?
Priest: Of course.
[Rosetti hits him in the face and takes the collection money]
Rosetti: Where does God keep the rest of it? [screams] Answer me!

Nucky Thompson: You have to understand: No matter what you think of me, there's no walking away. It doesn't work like that. I do it to them, or they do it to me. And that's all there is.
Margaret Thompson: And the men in your office?
Nucky Thompson: Either they're with me and we go to war, or they'll smile, shake my hand and walk away. I'll be alone, and that's as good as dead.

The Pony [3.8][edit]

Gyp Rosetti: That's 1200 cases, 24 bottles per... that 28,800 bottles. That's math. That's useful. That's what my father used, on account he laid bricks. He built churches, bridges... he came home at night, he smelled like sweat, not fish. Broke his back, dead at 50. Layin' around in a fuckin' boat, he would seen 100, but not him. Not fuckin' him. Not like your father, right, Franco?
[He looks down at Franco, who is buried up to his neck in sand]
Franco: Please, Mr. Rosetti... I'm a fucking idiot, I'm sorry! Please, Tonino, for the love of Christ!
Tonino Sandretti: Gyp, he's my mother's brother's kid. He didn't mean no disrespect. He's just a fuckin' know-it-all. Break his legs, anything... not this. Please, I'm beggin' you. Gyp, he's my blood!
Gyp Rosetti: Fuckin' family, right?
Tonino Sandretti: You know how it is.
Gyp Rosetti: You're a lucky fella, Franco. [to one of his henchmen] Gimme that.
[Gyp's henchman hands him a shovel]
Gyp Rosetti: [to Tonino] Because I respect you.
[Gyp bashes Franco's head in with the shovel]
Gyp Rosetti: [to Tonino] You owe me.

The Milkmaid's Lot [3.9][edit]

Gyp Rosetti: Howdy, sheriff. What's new on the prairie?
Sheriff: [nervous] Howdy, Gyp. Good to see you again.
Gyp Rosetti: What's so good about it? You miss my company? You like the way I look? What're you, some kind of fanook?
Sheriff: Just ready to get back to business.
Gyp Rosetti: No kiddin'? You been twiddlin' your thumbs, waitin' for me to show up? [he picks up a club]
Sheriff: There's no need for any of that. You know me. I'm flexible.
Gyp Rosetti: [laughs] Not for much longer. [hits him in the knee, then beats him when he's down]

A Man, A Plan... [3.10][edit]

Margaret Thompson: I'm pregnant. It's yours. You can do what you choose. Plans or no, I won't hold you to them. But say what you want, as long as it's the truth.
Owen Sleater: The truth? [pause] Well, I'd like it to be a boy.

Two Imposters [3.11][edit]

Gyp Rosetti: [to Chalky] I'm gonna be runnin' things now. People tell me you're the man to see on this side of the fence... Mr White. We really need all these guns?
Chalky White: Not if you put yours down first.
[At Tonino's motion, Rosetti's men put down their weapons. Chalky's men do the same]
Gyp Rosetti: Look at us now. We're almost kissin'. I'm not lookin' to put my hands in your pockets. However things used to work, I don't operate that way. I mean, look at me, look at you. We got a lot in common, eh?
Chalky White: And what's that?
Gyp Rosetti: We both got left out in the sun too long. [smiles] Maybe you a little longer.
Chalky White: You just ain't done cookin' yet, friend.

Al Capone: We've been on the road for 18 hours. I need a bath and some chow. Then you and me sit down... and we talk about who dies.

Margate Sands [3.12][edit]

Gyp Rosetti: You laughin' at me?
Gillian Darmody: Why wouldn't I? Everybody else does.

Nucky Thompson: [to Tonino, after he kills Rosetti] Tell Masseria this can be the end of it, or the beginning. I'll meet him either way.

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