Wise Guys (1986)
Santo Ravallo: [New Shoes is clipping the Fixer's toenails. It hits Santo in the eyebrow] Hey, watch out, willya?
Joey 'New Shoes' Siclione: Why the hell do I always have to do this?
Frank "The Fixer" Acavano: You know damn well I can't do it myself!
Joey 'New Shoes' Siclione: Does Mrs. Fixer do it for you at home, Frankie?
Frank "The Fixer" Acavano: None of your business! Why don't we just go over there and waste 'em?
Joey 'New Shoes' Siclione: We're not supposed to do nothin' until Mr. Costelo says so!
Santo Ravallo: [Picks up a large white item] This is the strangest pillow case I've ever seen.
Frank "The Fixer" Acavano: IT'S MY UNDERWEAR, ASSHOLE!
Harry Valentini: [in the bathroom at the racetrack] Golden brown Knishes. Mmmmmmm. Can you smell 'em Moe, huh? Can you? Can you smell 'em?
Moe Dickstein: [a toilet flushes] It's the guy in the next stall Harry!
Santo Ravallo: Hey Harry, what happened to your face?
Harry Valentini: What, this? This happens to be a tropical tan.
Santo Ravallo: Oh really? I thought it was hepatitis.
[laughs from crowd]
Santo Ravallo: So you really went to Puerto Rico, huh?
Harry Valentini: Jamaica! We don't go to Puerto Rico anymore, it's passe.
Santo Ravallo: You went too Moe? You look a little pale.
Moe Dickstein: Yeah, well... you know. I'm not the sun worshipper that Harry is. I saw a lot of "indoor" activity, if you know what I mean.
Santo Ravallo: Oh yeah? Doin' what? Watchin' TV?
[laughs again from crowd]
Frank "The Fixer" Acavano: Let me waste 'em, Mr. Costelo!
Anthony Costelo: Do we really hurt them by killing them?
Louie Fontucci: It's a good start.
Anthony Costelo: [after he has shot at Moe, several times] This jacket actually is bullet proof.
Harry Valentini: [after nearly being killed by the booby-trapped car] I hate this fucking job!
Frank "The Fixer" Acavano: You're exactly what I'm looking for, Dickface!
Moe Dickstein: Please Frank, it's Dickstein.
Frank "The Fixer" Acavano: I'll pick you up this afternoon, Dickhead!
Moe Dickstein: Happy birthday, t'me. Happy birthday, t'me. Happy birthday dear Mo-oe. Happy brithday, t'me.
Harry Valentini: Hey Frank, I heard you just bought your son a 10 speed bike. What a great father you are, that's really nice.
Frank "The Fixer" Acavano: Later Dickead, don't forget!
Moe Dickstein: It's DickSTEIN!