Marie:
I take lives.
Joe:
Ya well, if you were perfect you wouldn't still be single.
[
Marie, a vampire, after seeing Mafia types in the paper]
Marie:
I was sad, I was starved. It was time to treat myself. Then I though - "What about... Italian!"
[
after becoming a vampire]
Sal Macelli:
I can hear an angel fart.
Marie:
When you are alone eternally, you live for the comfort of the senses: food, sex. I'd become very selective and it was getting harder for me to find food, even living in the city. My choosiness about food cost me my lover, and without him there is no sex.
Marie:
You dress like a pimp and talk like a goon. What makes you news?
Sallie (The Shark) Macelli:
I'm going to grind you down to blood and screams.
Joe:
I thought this was just supposed to be a sit-down.
Tony:
Yeah, but somebody ain't getting up.
Tony:
This is war. We're soldiers. We kill to protect what's ours.
Joe:
He wasn't so innocent. He's a lawyer.
Pathologist:
Some nights there's so much farting and belching in here, it's like being in a ballpark.
Tony:
Aah! Hey, what are ya, some kind of a freak?
Marie:
[
distorted voice] Stay away from me, or I'll kill you!
Sal Macelli:
Prepare yourself for a little bit of Heaven.
[
presents a dish of mussels and garlic]
Marie:
Non for me thanks.
Sal Macelli:
Hey, mangia, mangia. You're a good looking broad but I gotta tell you, a little meat on the bones it never goes out of style. Mussels and garlic, from Munafo's for Christ's sake, come on.
Sal Macelli:
What's this?
Gilly:
It's a toaster.
Sal Macelli:
It's a Toast-R-Oven. Uh, eh, it's a nice one, lot of buttons. Hits button, pops open. You can put anything in here, a slice of pizza, pastry, you pop it in, comes out, the crust is crisp. Microwave don't do that. You ever tried cooking calzone in a microwave? Comes out like a limp dick.
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