Father:
No, your grace, I did not know they were topless dancers. Well, they certainly helped raise a lot of money for the church.
Benny Que:
We're supposed to be normal people living normal lives. Working nine to five, going to church on Sundays: normal. Maiming, murdering, crippling park animals: abnormal.
Cappy Capulet:
You puny crap! You fucks! How'd you like it I use your guts to Jackson Pollack the street?
Detective Ernie Scalus:
Now you fucks have gone too far! Goddamn heads landing on cars while Long Island families are singing 'Found a Peanut'! They found a peanut, all right, honey. They found a peanut of death!
Lemmy:
Two households, different as dried plums and pears In fair Manhattan, where we lay our scene.
[
Tyrone wants a word with Murray]
Murray Martini:
A word with me? How about a word for me? Or better yet, how about a word for you? Let's see, a word for Tyrone Capulet. Boofball. Dickbag. Peon. Freak. Cocksucker. Shithead, ratcatcher, geek. Loser, anus, fruitcake, lunk, fiddlefucker, dweeb, feeb. Cunt. Assfuck; ah, that one's close to the mark. How 'bout guinea, schmuck, or pussyfart?
Tromeo Que:
What light from yonder Plexiglas breaks?
Tyrone Capulet:
Get your goddamn tongue out of my goddamn cousin's mouth!
Juliet Capulet:
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Tromeo Que:
Yeah, it totally sucks.
[
while faking an orgasm]
1-900-HOT-HUNK:
Yippie-yahoo! Sing it to the world! Tromeo is cumming!
Tyrone Capulet:
[
after being decapitated by the tow-truck] CRY HAVOC!
Tyrone Capulet:
[
fighting Tromeo on the street] Get ready to die, Mother Fucker! GET READY TO DIE!
Tromeo Que:
It happens to us... sooner or... LADDER!
[
Tromeo pushes Tyrone into a car with a ladder sticking out the side]
Cappy Capulet:
I'm going to kill you and fuck you at the same time!
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