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: Charlie! They took my thumb!
: The cop shit his pants! Hey, hey, the cop shit his pants!
: Murder rap? Nobody came within twenty feet of that yo-yo. He dived into that hole like a fucking gopher!
: Horses ain't like people, man, they can't make themselves better than they're born. See, with a horse, it's all in the gene. It's the fucking gene that does the running. The horse has got absolutely nothing to do with it.
: I didn't do anything, Paulie. I didn't hit her. I didn't do nothin'. Paulie
: You can't do that man. I mean you don't abuse 'em once in a while they'll shit all over you. I don't mean you walk around morning to night whackin' 'em upside the head like someone from the other side but you terrorize 'em once in a while just to keep 'em in line. Know what I mean?
: Cut that out you Argentine degenerate! That's my brother's place your robbin' there. This ain't some filthy little jail in Caracas, this is A-mer-i-ca!
: [Paulie runs into the bar as the summons man heads back towards the mens room
] Hey I know you! You're the guy... Paulie
: Yeah, I'm the guy who got his car fuckin' towed... and you're Kinty. Ginty
: Ginty. Paulie
: What'd I say
[starts emptying a powder pack into a glass
: Good God, Lad! you're not poisoning the man! Paulie
: Nah. It's horse physic - here, pour the ginger ale, man. It's what they give horses when they can't shit. Ginty
: How much do they give a horse that can't shit? Paulie
: One. One of these will bust a block of concrete Ginty
: Does it work fast? Paulie
: It ain't slow...
: Nicky don't go for spit. 'Nose' still shines his own shoes, pop. I don't call that success. Paulie's Father
: Oh yeah? And what do you call it? Paulie
: Knowin' how to spend it. I never ordered a Brandy in my life that wasn't Cordon Bleu... I took two-hundred from shylocks, pop, to see Sinatra at the Garden? Sat two seats away from Tony Bennett. That's success!
: Aw man, another two-hundred dollar a week hard-on lookin' to shit on anyone was drivin' a Coupe deVille.
: Hey Barney, Don't eat that crap! this guy's selling instant hepatitis!
Jimmy the Cheese Man
: Waiting tables is what you know. Making cheese is what I know. Let's stay with what we know here. Paulie
: You know about making cheese? Not for nothin', Jimmy, but my mother sent me over a hunk of mozzarella from your place last week, it was no big bargain. Tough, that mozzarella and it ain't the first time I've noticed it either, your mozzarella's tough sometimes.
: [Making himself a very large sandwich at an outdoor table
: You know, you ought to get a permit. Paulie
: A permit? For what? Charlie
: To shit in the street. You eat like a horse!
: The Bed Bug took my thumb.