I never understood what separated the recreational drug user from the habitual, but for the grace of God, it could have been me snorting lines as long as the Belt Parkway.
Underboss
Joined: Dec 2013
Posts: 2,727 Larry's Bar
" Are you out of your mind?"
"No, just out of bullets" Can't remember what movie that is from, but I will never forget those lines and scene.
"I have this Nightmare. I'm on 5th avenue watching the St. Patrick's Day parade and I have a coronary and nine thousand cops march happily over my body." Chief Sidney Green
The Mafia Is Not Primarily An Organisation Of Murderers. First And Foremost,The Mafia Is Made Up Of Thieves. It Is Driven By Greed And Controlled By Fear.
Between The Law And The Mafia, The Law Is Not The Most To Be Feared
"What if the Mafia were not an organization but a widespread Sicilian attitude of hostility towards the law?"
Whadda ya hear! Whadda ya say! Angels with dirty faces
The Mafia Is Not Primarily An Organisation Of Murderers. First And Foremost,The Mafia Is Made Up Of Thieves. It Is Driven By Greed And Controlled By Fear.
Between The Law And The Mafia, The Law Is Not The Most To Be Feared
"What if the Mafia were not an organization but a widespread Sicilian attitude of hostility towards the law?"
Not just a quote, more of a monologue, but one of the greatest ever in a gangster movie if you ask me. Armand Assante is simply a great actor, who delivered this monologue superbly..
John Gotti: Makes you think. Makes you think about the people in your life. And I think of Neil; and If he would sit here right now what`d he say to me? He`d say "John! what's it about? What's life about... if you don't go through it as a man's man?". He'd say "Suck it up, take the fall do the time. Thats made you who you are. That makes you what you are. How long we`ve been around this thing of ours? This Cosa Nostra? 120 years... i mean whats it about? Its about the rules, perimeters. You take the beating for the friend, you don't run, you don't lay down, you don't betray who you are... what you are.
Frank Locascio: Self Esteem...
John Gotti: Self Esteem is basic. You pick it up on the street, that goes with the street, you gotta remember Angie here. I loved this guy, I loved him and he was stupid, he never listened to me, he always wanted that god damn dope money... He never rolled, do you know that? HE NEVER ROLLED! My brother Gene, Joey DiMig,they dont roll they're doing a thousand years now, they don`t roll, they don`t rat. Why? Thats the rule. You don't break, you don't rat. Basic rules. Gives you a lil of power right? Not the kind of power these FEDs have. God forbid,right, God forbid we pull their chain in public. Fuckin dress better than them and they take it personal likes its a fuckin vendetta. Right? There supposed to act better than the rest of us. They just wanted me to be something I wasn't even born to be.
Frank Locascio: Humble, they want you to be humble.
John Gotti: Yeah so you humble me. What you got now? You got a war. You got a global war. You got the ch*nks, you got the Dominicans, the Asians, the Russians, the Columbians, Jamaicans. What they doin? They desecrate the nation. You got your variable fuckin' snowstorms of cocaine and smack -- whatever the hell else they shove in their veins. You got a worldwide crime syndicate now. There's no rules. There's no parameters. There's no feelings. There's no feelings for this country.
Frank Locascio: Anarchy.
John Gotti: You got anarchy. So... 5-10 years from now, they gonna wish there was an American Cosa Nostra. 5-10 years from now, they gonna miss John Gotti.
Billy, this was a a great movie. Armand Assante was the perfect Gotti. I never understood why Junior and Victoria would think that they could ever make a better movie. Great scene thanks for posting.
I also don't understand that Bean, I really don't think Travolta can do a better job as Assante..
They supposedly want to go for the father/son angle, which might even work and make the movie a lot different than this one, considering Junior isn't even mentioned in this one..
Dignam: You're upper-middle class during the weeks, then you're droppin' your "R"s and you're hangin' in the big, bad Southie projects with your daddy, the fuckin' donkey on the weekends. I got that right?
Dignam: [Billy does not answer] Yup. You have different accents? You did, didn't you? You little fuckin' snake. You were like different people.
That one actor, Armen Garo, really has quite some punch appeal, get's his ass kicked by Leo in this one and gets curb stomped by James Gandolfini RIP in the Sopranos..
I didn't even clock that it was Coco from The Sopranos, good call man.
Another of my favorite movie quotes from American History X:
Bob Sweeney: There was a moment, when I used to blame everything and everyone for all the pain and suffering and vile things that happened to me, that I saw happen to my people. Used to blame everybody. Blamed White people, blamed society, blamed God.
I didn't get no answers 'cause I was asking the wrong questions. You have to ask the right questions.
Derek Vinyard: Like what?
Bob Sweeney: Has anything you've done made your life better?
Underboss
Joined: Mar 2006
Posts: 1,464 No. Virginia
A real small thing: in the shine box scene of Goodfellas Billy Batts calls Jimmy's boys "those Irish hoodlums" and Jimmy reminds him that just one of them is Irish. Billy buys them a drink and Jimmy toasts him, "Top o' the morning to ya," like he's Barry Fitzgerald.
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"All of these men were good listeners; patient men."
David Mills: Wait, I thought all you did was kill innocent people. John Doe: Innocent? Is that supposed to be funny? An obese man... a disgusting man who could barely stand up; a man who if you saw him on the street, you'd point him out to your friends so that they could join you in mocking him; a man, who if you saw him while you were eating, you wouldn't be able to finish your meal. After him, I picked the lawyer and I know you both must have been secretly thanking me for that one. This is a man who dedicated his life to making money by lying with every breath that he could muster to keeping murderers and rapists on the streets! David Mills: Murderers? John Doe: A woman... David Mills: Murderers, John, like yourself? John Doe: [interrupts] A woman... so ugly on the inside she couldn't bear to go on living if she couldn't be beautiful on the outside. A drug dealer, a drug dealing pederast, actually! And let's not forget the disease-spreading whore! Only in a world this shitty could you even try to say these were innocent people and keep a straight face. But that's the point. We see a deadly sin on every street corner, in every home, and we tolerate it. We tolerate it because it's common, it's trivial. We tolerate it morning, noon, and night. Well, not anymore. I'm setting the example. What I've done is going to be puzzled over and studied and followed... forever.
I invoke my right under the 5th amendment of the United States constitution and decline to answer the question.
Dear fellas, I can't believe how fast things move on the outside. I saw an automobile once when I was a kid, but now they're everywhere.
The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry.
The parole board got me into this halfway house called "The Brewer" and a job bagging groceries at the Foodway. It's hard work and I try to keep up, but my hands hurt most of the time. I don't think the store manager likes me very much.
Sometimes after work, I go to the park and feed the birds. I keep thinking Jake might just show up and say hello, but he never does. I hope wherever he is, he's doin' okay and makin' new friends.
I have trouble sleepin' at night. I have bad dreams like I'm falling. I wake up scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am.
Maybe I should get me a gun and rob the Foodway so they'd send me home. I could shoot the manager while I was at it, sort of like a bonus. I guess I'm too old for that sort of nonsense any more.
I don't like it here. I'm tired of being afraid all the time. I've decided not to stay.
I doubt they'll kick up any fuss. Not for an old crook like me.
P.S: Tell Heywood I'm sorry I put a knife to his throat. No hard feelings. Brooks.
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