Summer of Sam (1999)
Ritchie: All right. What do you want me to tell you? Get a fuckin' divorce, then.
Vinny: Divorce is fuckin' evil, Ritchie. You got some fuckin' really bad advice.
Ritchie: Evil spelled backwards is live.
Vinny: You're a corny fuck, you know that?
Vinny: Come on, get in the car. Please, baby.
Dionna: Baby? Don't you dare "baby" me! I'm gonna wait here! I'm gonna wait here until somebody comes along. You know what? I'm gonna wait here until some soul brother comes along in his big black Cadillac. And you know and I know that he's got a big black dick too.
Vinny: Don't talk like that, just get inside the car.
Dionna: Oh, fuck you!
Vinny: Please, please, don't make me have to beg you. Get in the car. Come on- don't make me have to hurt you.
Dionna: Hurt me? Don't you even fuckin' lay a pinkie on me! I'll get him to kick your ass and then I'll fuck 'em! You wanna watch Vinny? Will that turn you on Vinny? You linguine dick mother fucker. You wanna watch while I suck a big black dick in the back of a big black cadillac?
Vinny: I fuckin' thought I was gonna stop cheatin' when I got married, you know. I thought so! And now I'm just fuckin' cheatin' a lot more than I ever did. But I thought- you know, I thought the man up there understood. I thought he under- would fuckin' understand...
Ritchie: God has nothing to do with this, Vin!
Vinny: Oh come, Ritchie, yes he does. Yes, he does.
Vinny: You fuckin' make me sick, you fuckin' slut.
Dionna: I am a slut? You're calling me a slut? You lowlife piece of fuckin' shit- you fucked- my- cousin! You didn't think I knew about that! I smelled her pussy juice all over your fuckin' face! You fuckin' sick bastard! How dare you? And all this time I'm thinking there's something wrong with me! You perverted sick fuck!
Vinny: [crying] And I've made some bad calls, and I'm a bad fuckin' husband. And I admit it. And I know you can't get away with shit in life anymore. You know, God sees everything, plain and simple... and I just want you to give me another chance.
Vinny: Please, baby. Give me another chance. I can't live without you- please.
Dionna: [crying] You can't bring God into this. You can't do that anymore...
Ritchie: Vinny! You fuckin' traitor! What the fuck are you doin'?
[Dog is barking and the Son of Sam is sobbing and trembling]
Son of Sam: How did you get in here? Leave me alone! What do you want?
Harvey the Black Dog: I want you to go out and kill. Kill.
Son of Sam: No -
Harvey the Black Dog: Kill!
[the Son of Sam is still trembling]
Harvey the Black Dog: KILL!
Son of Sam: [murmurs something inaudible] I will kill. I will... I'll do anything you say. I'll do anything you say! Yes, master! I will kill! I WILL KILL!
Midnight: [to Ruby] Girl, you're way to hot to be givin' it away. You're so hot you make me wish I was a lesbian.
[Tony and Joe T. run into a punk walking the street]
Tony Olives: Watch where you're going, you freak!
Punk: Fuck you, Guido.
Tony Olives: ...what did you say to me?
Punk: FUCK YOU GUIDO!
Tony Olives: Alright, you're drunk, so I'm going to give you one more chance. Who's your favorite baseball team?
Punk: Boston Red Sox!
[They attack him]
Vinny: This is the new Vinny! Do you understand what I'm telling you?
Ritchie: [British accent] You ain't Bruce Lee. Stop kicking Woodstock.
Anthony: Yeah, they suck really good. Just like you, Ruby.
Ritchie: Come on. Relax.
Ruby: Yeah, I learned from your mother, dick.
Anthony: You gonna let your sister talk that way to me?
Brian: She's my half-sister.
Ritchie: Come on. Get lost.
Anthony: Hey, Ritch, why buy the cow when everybody else is gettin' the milk and steaks for free?
Ritchie: I like the cow.
Ritchie: Since when does your hairstyle determine whether or not you're a fuckin' killer?
Dionna: [crying] I thought that what we had was special together.
Vinny: Oh, baby- it is special. Let me make love to you, and I'll show you.
Dionna: [continuing] Just you and me... just you and me...
Vinny: It is just you and me!
Dionna: It wasn't- it was everybody.
Vinny: Oh, baby, it wasn't...
Dionna: It was everybody...
Vinny: I didn't care for those fucking bitches! I love you!
Dionna: It was everybody. And everybody else knew but me.
Ruby: I mean, I'm smart, I'm young, I'm pretty, you know...
Vinny: Yeah, well, you got two out of three right there.
Ruby: Shut up.
Ritchie: Where are you goin'?
Ruby: I'm gonna go.
Ritchie: I didn't say to go.
Ruby: Well, you didn't exactly say you wanted me to stay.
Ritchie: [quietly] Stay.
Dionna: I know he loves me, but, eh, I think I disappoint him.
Ruby: So, what do you want me to do? Do you want me to tell you how to fuck your husband?
Arresting Officer: Now that I've got you, who've I got?
Son of Sam: [smiling] You know.
Arresting Officer: No, I don't. Why don't you tell me?
Son of Sam: [still smiling] I'm Sam. Dave Berkowitz.
Dionna: Oh, come on, fuhgeddaboudit, that's all my father needs to see.
Dionna: Hey, Vinny! Vinny, pick me up a sandwich, BLT, mustard not mayo.
Anthony: What the hell happened to you? Look at this freak!
Joey T: Nice outfit. Where'd you get it? Off the dead?
Anthony: I thought vampires only came out at night?
Ritchie: Yeah, except on leap year. What's happening guys?
Joey T: Don't give us that "What's happening guys" bullsh*t. You come back to the neighborhood lookin' like a f*ckin' freak - soundin' like a British fag and we're supposed to be okay with that?
Ritchie: You're f*ckin' right. How's your wife and kid JT?
Joey T: I got divorced - I moved back in with my mother.
Ron: What about our weekend in the Catskills? I've already paid for the room!
Ruby: Well, then you can go there and you can jerk off. Cause that's what you are - a real f*ckin' jerk off!
Ron: F*ck you, you dago wop skank!
Brian: Twat did you say? I cunt hear.
Anthony: I have an in-f*ck-tion in my ear. What did you you say?
Ruby: Don't you assholes ever grow up! What the f*ck is your problem?
Ruby: Hey, I like the new look. What are you - punk?
Ritchie: Yeah, you should come and see me sometime. Maybe check out the band.
Vinny: Now, don't tell nobody. It's between you and me. Its bad enough that I ball her, right, but, then some sick side of me had to drive her right past the spot where we was stickin' it up her cousin's ass, you know. Oh sh*t, and that's where I saw the dead bodies, right there. You know what, God spared me. He spared me, man. Cause its a f*ckin' omen. I'm serious! He f*ckin' let me go. You know, what the f*ck could this mean? It means somethin'. What do you think it means?
Ritchie: I don't know, what do you think it means?
Vinny: I think God's tellin' me I'm gonna burn in hell if I don't stop cheatin'.
Vinny: God is tellin' me you shouldn't be doin' these things with your wife. That's what he's tellin' me.
Ritchie: What things?
Vinny: Oh, come on, don't be stupid. You know.
Vinny: No butt f*cking, sixty-nine, doggy style. That's the message God it saying: You gotta cut that sh*t out. You gotta cut it out; otherwise, I'm not gonna spare you the next time. That's what God is telling me.
Crony: Luigi, look who's here, Starsky and Hutch. What? Are we double parked outside or somethin'?
Detective Lou Petrocelli: My partner knows I'm from the neighborhood. Can we get down to business? We need your help.
Luigi: What do you want me to do? Arrest myself?
Luigi: I'm asking you, this guy, how many people did he kill? Three? Four? Five? And with no disrespect, Detective, in Harlem last night, your people, the coloreds, how many of each other did they kill? Seven? Eight?
Detective Lou Petrocelli: There's a homicidal maniac wandering around the neighborhood. You don't want to do anything about it?
Luigi: You have been busting my balls ever since you got promoted. Now, why is that? Wasn't I good to you when you were a kid? Didn't I take you to Yankee Stadium? Didn't you met Mickey Mantle? He signed a baseball to Louie from Mickey Mantle.
Detective Curt Atwater: Who the f*ck, the Mick. Willie Mays was the man.
Luigi: Get outta here. Mick was the guy. He was the guy.
Ritchie: Hey, Ruby, how you been?
Ruby: You know, I copped that Who's Next album. I was thinkin' about you.
Ritchie: Its great, right. F*ckin', those guys are like the godfathers of punk. You know that? You know that song, Baba O'Riley? Its my favorite song. You know who wrote that?
Ruby: Engelbert Humperdick? What? You don't think I know? Come on, I know. Pete Townsend.
Ritchie: How'd you know that?
Ruby: What? I read the album credits. I mean the only thing I don't get is why those four guys, you know, pissin' on a big rock?
Vinny: I'm just tryin' to be a better husband right now. I just don't feel I can do it. All right?
Gloria: You know, you're like a frickin' yo-yo, back-n-forth, forth-n-back, let's do this, let's not do this. You know what, Vinny? Let's just not do it! Okay? That's it! You think you're the only one that's got feelings? I got a husband at home!
Joey T: You know, with that reward money, I'm gonna start a college fund for my daughter.
Brian: I'd buy a yacht. Like Hugh Hefner, I'd get Playboy bunnies walkin' around.
Anthony: You can't get a yacht with ten grand. You're gonna wind up with a row boat with two Puerto Rican skanks.
Brian: What are you talkin' about.
Anthony: When I get that money, I'm gonna take both my parents home to Sicily for a whole f*ckin' month.
Joey T: Hey, what'd I tell you about your filthy mouth in front of my daughter. Apologize to the princess.
Bobby Del Fiore: Hello, Brian.
Brian: Hey-hey-hey, Bobby the Fairy! How's it hangin'? Huh?
Bobby Del Fiore: That's Mrs. Del Fiore to you, sweetheart. And don't wear it out.
Joey T: Listen, we got four names on the list. Read that list.
Brian: All right. All right, right at the top we got Ritchie the Freak, Billy the Jew, Jimmy Delfini, and that one guy that drives the bus to City Island.
Woodstock: I know who the killer is. I figured it out. Reggie Jackson.
Anthony: What the f*ck is wrong with you?
Joey T: What's the matter with you?
Woodstock: I'm serious. Son of Sam. Uncle Sam. Yankee Doodle Dandy. Bronx Bombers. New York f*ckin' Yankees.
Brian: What, he makes an ass of you. You don't know.
Woodstock: What kind of guns does the killer use? 44 caliber, right? What's Reggie's number? 44.
Anthony: Even if he is the f*ckin' killer, we need him for October!
Joey T: This is a serious list.
Anthony: We need Reggie Jackson if we're gonna win the World Series. Put f*ckin' ice on the f*ckin' list.
Vinny: We got to come down. Where? What's it called? How do you spell that? CBGB?
Ruby: CBGB. You never heard of it? Its on the Bowery, in the city.
Vinny: Oh, CB-GB.