Lorenzo: The future lay sparkling ahead, and we thought we would know each other forever.
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Lorenzo: The future lay sparkling ahead, and we thought we would know each other forever.
Michael: I just wish I could shut my eyes, and not see the places I've been.
Fat Mancho: You want a Rolls-Royce, you don't come here, no no. You go to England, or wherever the fuck they make it. If you want champagne, you go see the French. If you need money, you find a Jew. But, if you want dirt, or scum buried under a rock somewhere, or some secret nobody wants anybody to know about, there's only one place to go: right here, Hell's Kitchen. It is the lost and found of shit. They lose it and we find it. Forget about it, man.
King Benny: Father Bobby would have made a good hitman. It's a shame we lost him to the other side.
Lorenzo: There are no clear pictures of the sexual abuse we endured. I buried it as deep as it can possibly go.
Lorenzo: The plan, as it turned out, was as simple and as dumb as anything we'd ever done.
Lorenzo: Hell's Kitchen was a place of innocence ruled by corruption.
Lorenzo: Michael was the most sexually experienced of us, which means he had kissed a girl on more than two occasions.
Carol: Mug me or marry me, Shakes. I'm too tired for anything else.
Michael: Revenge. Sweet lasting revenge. Now it's time for all of us to get a taste.
Young John Reilly: I could die now, and I wouldn't be sad.
King Benny: Father Bobby would have made a good hit-man. It's a shame we lost him to the other side.
Lorenzo: The temperature topped out at ninety-eight degrees the day our lives were forever altered.
Lorenzo: Most priests like to preach from the pulpit. Father Bobby liked to talk during the bump and shove of a pick-up game.
Lorenzo: I couldn't look at him. He might look right through the fear and the shame, right through to the truth.
Shakes' Father: He should not have to do time. Nobody in this family should have to do time. I've done enough time for *everybody*!
Shakes' Father: I buried one fucking wife, I can bury another.
Michael: Do you still sleep with the lights on?
Priest: You will be defenders of the faith. You will be soldiers of Christ.
Nokes warned us not to say anything to Father Bobby. If we did, the reprisals would be severe.
Lorenzo: The future lay sparkling ahead, and we thought we would know each other forever.
Michael: I just wish I could shut my eyes, and not see the places I've been.
Fat Mancho: You want a Rolls-Royce, you don't come here, no no. You go to England, or wherever the fuck they make it. If you want champagne, you go see the French. If you need money, you find a Jew. But, if you want dirt, or scum buried under a rock somewhere, or some secret nobody wants anybody to know about, there's only one place to go: right here, Hell's Kitchen. It is the lost and found of shit. They lose it and we find it. Forget about it, man.
King Benny: Father Bobby would have made a good hitman. It's a shame we lost him to the other side.
Lorenzo: There are no clear pictures of the sexual abuse we endured. I buried it as deep as it can possibly go.
Lorenzo: The plan, as it turned out, was as simple and as dumb as anything we'd ever done.
Lorenzo: Hell's Kitchen was a place of innocence ruled by corruption.
Lorenzo: Michael was the most sexually experienced of us, which means he had kissed a girl on more than two occasions.
Carol: Mug me or marry me, Shakes. I'm too tired for anything else.
Michael: Revenge. Sweet lasting revenge. Now it's time for all of us to get a taste.
Young John Reilly: I could die now, and I wouldn't be sad.
Tommy: Did that hurt, Nokes?
King Benny: Father Bobby would have made a good hit-man. It's a shame we lost him to the other side.
Lorenzo: The temperature topped out at ninety-eight degrees the day our lives were forever altered.
Lorenzo: The future lay sparkling ahead, and we thought we would know each other forever.
Lorenzo: Hell's Kitchen was a place of innocence ruled by corruption.
Lorenzo: Mike, are you sure you wanna go this way? I mean we buried this a long time ago. Michael: You still sleep with the light on?
Nokes: What do you want? John: What I've always wanted. To watch you die.
Lorenzo: So, you got enough for conviction? Detective: That ain't up to me. That's up to a jury. Lorenzo: Show the jury this. Detective: What do you got there, Ness? Lorenzo: About 3 weeks ago, the body of a drug dealer named Indian Red Lopez was found in an alley in Jackson Heights. Three bullets in his head, nothing in his pockets. Detective: I'm with you so far. Lorenzo: This is the gun that killed him, and these are the shells. Detective: What's behind door number 3? Lorenzo: The prints on the gun belong to Adam Styler. Detective: Hey, do me a favor, would you? Lorenzo: What's that? Detective: If I ever make it onto your shit list, give me a call. Give me a chance to apologize.
Father Bobby: It was the Sistine Chapel he painted. John Reilly: Sixteenth Chapel? Father Bobby: Sistine Chapel. John Reilly: Who painted the other fifteen?
Tommy: This is amazing! John Reilly: Hello! It's been a long time! Nokes: Who the fuck are you guys? Nokes: Hey, who the fuck asked you to sit down? Tommy: I thought you'd be happy to see us... I guess I was wrong. John: You know, after all that training, all that time you put in, to stand up watching someone else's money... that seems like a waste! Nokes: I'm asking you for the last time what the fuck do you want? John: Why don't you take your time it will come to you! John: I can see how you might forget. We were just something for you and your friends to play with. Tommy: It's not that easy for us to forget... you gave us so much more to remember.
Father Bobby: I'm telling you as a witness... and as a priest. We were at the game. Michael: Yes, as a priest, and a priest wouldn't lie? Am I right? Father Bobby: A priest with ticket stubs wouldn't need to lie. I always keep the stubs. Do you want to see them? Michael: Why is that, Father? Why do you keep the stubs? Father Bobby: Because you never know when someone might want more than your word. Michael: Has anyone ever questioned your word before today? Father Bobby: No. No one ever has. But there's a first time for everything.
Young John Reilly: Hey, uh, Father. How long did it take him? You know, paintin' the ceiling and all? Father Bobby: Took him about nine years. Young John Reilly: Nine years? Father Bobby: That's right. Young John Reilly: For a ceiling? I had a Puerto Rican guy do my whole apartment in two days... and he had a bum leg.
Father Bobby: This is one of my favorites. Young Lorenzo 'Shakes' Carcaterra: What is? Father Bobby: "Whatever you do to the least of brethren, you do to me".
Carol: Don't you guys have to go shoot somebody? John: No, We've always got time for a song!
Michael: You read the Count of Monte Cristo lately? Lorenzo: I dunno, 10 years ago Michael: I read a little bit every night. I read words like revenge, sweet, lasting revenge.
Young Michael: We can eat hot dogs, or we can eat air. Choose... Young Tommy Marcano: Air is probably safer, Mike...
Father Bobby: Listen, I got a story I want to tell you. Young Tommy Marcano: It ain't the one about the lepers, is it? Cause that one gave me nightmares.
Rizzo: Why is Saturday any different? Young Michael: cause on Saturday we can hit back, look they don't fuck with you like they do with us, but they fuck with you in another way, you're just an animal to them. Rizzo: I don't give a fuck Young Michael: Yeah you do, and beating them on Saturday won't make a difference. Rizzo: Then why, white boy, why? Young Michael: To make them feel what we feel, just for a couple of hours.
Nokes: What the fuck is that hangin' around your neck? Take it off. Young Lorenzo 'Shakes' Carcaterra: It's Mary, you know, the mother of God. Nokes: I don't give a fuck whose mother it is. Take it off.
Lorenzo: Do you love him? Carol: I don't think about it, Shakes. If I did, I'd say yes.
Young Lorenzo: They killed him? Young Michael: They took turns beating him... until there was nothing left of that kid to beat.
Fred Carlson: We can discuss the book on Friday if you think the count can hold their attention. Young Lorenzo 'Shakes' Carcaterra: He's got a shot. Fred Carlson: Any particular section I should read from? Young Lorenzo 'Shakes' Carcaterra: That's easy, the part where he escapes from prison.
Lorenzo: I didn't know you like pigeons so much. King Benny: I like anything that don't talk.
Lorenzo: Most priests like to preach from the pulpit. Father Bobby liked to talk during the bump and shove of a pick-up game.
Nokes: So what do you want? John Reilly: What I've always wanted. Is to watch you die!
Lorenzo: So, you got enough for conviction? Nick Davenport: That ain't up to me. That's up to a jury. Lorenzo: Show the jury this. Nick Davenport: What do you got there, Ness? Lorenzo: About 3 weeks ago, the body of a drug dealer named Indian Red Lopez was found in an alley in Jackson Heights. Three bullets in his head, nothing in his pockets. Nick Davenport: I'm with you so far. Lorenzo: This is the gun that killed him, and these are the shells. Nick Davenport: What's behind door number 3? Lorenzo: The prints on the gun belong to Adam Styler. Nick Davenport: Hey, do me a favor, would you? Lorenzo: What's that? Nick Davenport: If I ever make it onto your shit list, give me a call. Give me a chance to apologize.
Lorenzo: I couldn't look at him. He might look right through the fear and the shame, right through to the truth.
Michael: Adam Styler; plainclothes cop, works narcotics in Queens. Known to shake down dealers for dope and cash. He's got a cocaine problem, and other personal information there. Henry Addison; now works for the mayor, if you can fuckin' believe that. He's a community outreach director in Brooklyn. Sexual habits haven't changed... he still likes sex with young boys. Ralph Ferguson; works for a social service agency in Long Island... Lorenzo: How long you been working on this, Mike? Michael: He's recently divorced, got one child, and on weekends, teaches Catholic Sunday school. Lorenzo: Well, seems clean then, right? Michael: That's exactly why I want the piece of shit. The plan is to call Ferguson in as a character witness. Get him talking about his best friend, Sean Nokes. Once I got him on the stand, I'm gonna open the door to Wilkinson's. Lorenzo: Mike, are you sure you wanna go this way? I mean, we buried this a long time ago. Michael: You still sleep with the light on? Lorenzo: John and Tommy? Do either of them know about this? Michael: Nah, it'll play better in court if they don't know it.
Young Lorenzo 'Shakes' Carcaterra: They killed him? Young Michael: They took turns beating him... until there was nothing left of that kid to beat.
