State of Grace (1990)
Terry Noonan: What did Frankie say?
Jackie Flannery: Stevie never hurt nobody. I hurt people. Frankie hurts people. Stevie borrowed money, that's all. Who'd kill him over fuckin' money?
Kathleen Flannery: You're acting surprised, Jackie? Are you serious? You want us to think this surprises you? Every time you turn around down here, somebody else is dead.
Jackie Flannery: What you talkin' about?
Kathleen Flannery: How many wakes we go to as kids because somebody forgot to pay back money?
Jackie Flannery: Every time we turn around, somebody's dead? Bullshit!
[Jackie begins to spin around]
Jackie Flannery: See! See! Stevie never hurt nobody!
Terry: So I was in Boston, I just ended up there. Seemed far enough away. They come to me then, it just happened, you know how that is, things happen and other things happen and its your life. They were looking to get somebody to go undercover here, they wanted to get somebody who knew the kitchen who was known. And I coulda said no but I thought I could do it. It was like this opportunity in which I could look the entire thing in the eye. And you'd be gone, or married forgotten about me I thought. And Jack, I would leave him out of it. But it was only an idea. Nothing to do with the truth. It was just a fuckin' idea like... You believe in the angels or the saints or there's such a thing as a state of grace. And you believe it, but it's got nothing to do with reality. It just an idea. I mean you got your ideas and you got reality, and they're all... they're all fucked up.
[handing Stevie a paper]
Jackie Flannery: There's a horse running in the first called "Old Friend Arrives."
Stevie McGuire: No shit!
Stevie McGuire: Look at this! First you save my ass, now you're gonna' win me some money! I love you, Terry, but I gotta' go. OTB opens in ten minutes. Today's my lucky day.
Terry Noonan: See you later.
Terry Noonan: . Lucky day. Luckiest day he ever had, his fuckin' dog got run over.
Jackie Flannery: Is he fucked up or is he fucked up?
Frankie: What did you find out, Pat?
Pat Nicholson, Frankie's Lieutenant: Nobody knows him. They must have brought him down from Boston. Brought him down from Boston to rat us out.
Frankie: It don't matter where the faggot cocksucker's from because he's dead. It's $15,000 the minute he takes his last breath. You bring me his motherfuckin' rat head it's $30,000.
Jackie Flannery: What's the matter,your stomach upset?
Terry Noonan: Starting to get up in the morning Jack, it's like I'm pulling my socks over my shoes.
Jackie Flannery: Yeah?
Terry Noonan: Like I'm in this fucking fog.
Jackie Flannery: Terry, you're missing the point here. I can't remember shit, that's the way I like it. Only hint of a problem is I need a little Maalox, but I can buy Maalox.
Terry Noonan: You always were tougher than me Jack.
Jackie Flannery: I always thought I was just crazier.
Jackie Flannery: Yuppies got to be thicker than the rats and the roaches. Assholes can't live without their dogs. Got dog shit all over the sidewalk. And it didn't use to be that way, it used to be, you dropped a cone, you could lift it up and finish it. People are roaming the streets homeless because of these assholes!
Terry: So we're like Robin Hood in this instance.
Jackie Flannery: Yeah. And I'm Friar Fuck.
Terry Noonan: You wanna go dancing with me?
Kathleen Flannery: Come on Terry. No one forgets for its first love. You know that.
Terry Noonan: [pause] Just the slow ones?
Kathleen Flannery: [smiling] Just the slow ones.
Jackie Flannery: The last guinea who walked around up here was Columbus, and he only lasted a week.
Borelli's Man: What are you, some fuckin' asshole? Or are you just taking lessons?
Jackie Flannery: [smirks and headbutts him]
Jackie Flannery: It's as if Angels were flying by so they dropped him off.
Terry: Don't be asking him he's fuckin' retarded! Sorry, no offence... but you are, okay?
Frankie: She thinks I'm an asshole. And if she thinks that about me, what in the long run is she going to think about you?
Jackie Flannery: They don't even want to call it "Hell's Kitchen" no more. Renamed it "Clinton".
Jackie Flannery: Is he fucked up or is he fucked up?
Terry Noonan: Nobody's doin' nothin' to nobody. It's all just happenin', see?
Terry Noonan: [throws the Italian mobster's gun in the ocean] I hope that was your favorite gun. I hope you loved that gun.
Borelli's Man: You micks don't know who you've fucked with!
Nick: Jesus Christ, I thought you Kitchen guys were tough guys.
Terry Noonan: We're not tough, Nick! We're just crazy.
Nick: You ain't either. You're a fuckin' crybaby.
Frankie: Either they forgot about us, or this entire fuckin' neighborhood better get ready to duck.
Jackie Flannery: The funeral's in Queens. I hate drivin' in fuckin' Queens.
Terry Noonan: Do you want me to drive?
Jackie Flannery: Nah... then I would have to look out the window...
Jackie Flannery: I wanna have kids. Just gotta find the right broad like Frankie did. Someone who let me fool around on the weekends and still make pancakes before Sunday Mass. Like Irene maybe.
Terry Noonan: Who's Irene?
Jackie Flannery: Ooooh! You've got to meet her man. I spend one night with her my eyes are crossed for days. I walk into walls.
Terry Noonan: I'd like to meet her.
Jackie Flannery: She's mine though.
Jackie Flannery: [at the church] I came here, I knelt down, I thought about Stevie as hard as I could... and I hoped it was praying.
Jackie Flannery: [putting a candle on the church's altar, then kneeling down with his head to the ground. Murmurs, crying] I want to make Stevie a Saint, I want to make Stevie a Saint...