Jimmy Conway: I'm not mad, I'm proud of you. You took your first pinch like a man and you learn two great things in your life. Look at me, never rat on your friends and always keep your mouth shut.

Jimmy Conway: [after kicking Batts to near death] Look what this fucking mutt did to my shoes.

Jimmy Conway: [Frenchy is describing a large shipment of cash at Idlewild Airport to Jimmy and Henry] What about the security?

Frenchy: Security? You're looking at it.

Jimmy Conway: [referring to Henry and Karen] She'll never divorce him. She'll kill him but she won't divorce him.

Jimmy Conway: Watch this.

Henry Hill: Ah, don't fuck with them.

Jimmy Conway: I do it all the time. Bust their fucking balls.

Henry Hill: Don't give 'em the satisfaction, the fucks.

Jimmy Conway: [taps on car window of two cops following him, who had fallen asleep] Come on, fuckos, let's go for a ride.

[he and Henry laugh]

Jimmy Conway: Keep 'em up all night.

Jimmy Conway: What's the fuckin' matter with you? What - what is the fuckin' matter with you? What are you, stupid or what? Tommy, Tommy, I'm kidding with you. What the fuck are you doin'? What are you, a fuckin' sick maniac?

Tommy DeVito: How am I meant to know you're kidding? What you mean, you're kidding? You breaking my fuckin' balls?

Jimmy Conway: I'm fuckin' kidding with you! You fuckin' shoot the guy?

Henry Hill: He's dead.

Tommy DeVito: Good shot. What do you want from me? Good shot. Fuckin' rat anyway. His family's all rats. He'll grow up to be a rat.

Jimmy Conway: You stupid bastard, I can't fuckin' believe you. Now, you're gonna dig the fuckin' thing now. You're gonna dig the hole. You're gonna do it. I got no fuckin' lime. You're gonna do it.

Tommy DeVito: Who the fuck cares? I'll dig the fuckin' hole. I don't give a fuck. What is it, the first hole I dug? Not the first time I dug a hole. I'll fuckin' dig a hole. Where are the shovels?

Jimmy Conway: Yeah.

Vinnie: Yeah.

Jimmy Conway: Who's this?

Vinnie: This is Vinnie.

Jimmy Conway: Vinnie, what happened?

Vinnie: Well we-...

Jimmy Conway: You get it straightened out?

Vinnie: No, we had a problem... and uh, we tried to do everything we could.

Jimmy Conway: What d'you mean?

Vinnie: Well, you what I mean. He's gone, and we couldn't do nothing about it.


Vinnie: That's it.

Jimmy Conway: What d'you mean? What d'you mean? Uh...

Vinnie: He's gone. Uh, he's gone.


Vinnie: And that's it.

Jimmy Conway: [smashing telephone] Fuck. Can't fuckin' believe that, can't fuckin'...

Jimmy Conway: [crying] Fuck it, fuck... the fuck...

[Henry exits diner]

Henry Hill: What happened?

Jimmy Conway: They whacked him. They fuckin' whacked him.

Henry Hill: Aw, fuck.

[Jimmy kicks phone booth]

Jimmy Conway: Motherfucker!

[pushes over phone booth]

Jimmy Conway: [cries]

Stacks Edwards: This drink is better than sex, baby.

Stacks Edwards: What time is it?

Tommy DeVito: It's eleven thirty, we're supposed to be there by nine.

Stacks Edwards: Be ready in a minute.

Tommy DeVito: Yeah, you were always fuckin' late, you were late for your own fuckin' funeral.

[shoots him]

Henry Hill: I swear to my fucking mother, if you touch her again, YOU'RE DEAD.