Salvatore 'Coco' Cogliano: [after Tony discovers the affront Coco made to Meadow he walks towards him who is talking to a waiter, with a gun] Some peppers and cheese, gorgonzola. Alright? Don't Forget
Butch DeConcini: [Tony starts to beat Coco to a pulp] WHOA! WHOA!
Tony Soprano: [training his gun at Butch] Sit down! SIT DOWN!
Butch DeConcini: [sits down] Easy, easy!
Tony Soprano: You motherfucker! My fuckin' daughter
Tony Soprano: My fuckin' daughter. MOTHERFUCKER! MY FUCKIN' DAUGHTER!
[puts his gun in Coco's mouth]
Tony Soprano: You want some Sambuca with this?
Butch DeConcini: Tony! You're makin' a big fuckin' mistake here!
Tony Soprano: [aiming at Butch again] How about I put a bullet in your fuckin' head huh?
[pulls Coco and puts his mouth on the fireplace]
Salvatore 'Coco' Cogliano: Don't do it!
[Tony curb stomps Coco, making him lose some teeth as Butch looks away]
Tony Soprano: [threatening Butch] Want some?
Tony Soprano: Talk about a trip. I met this girl, fuckin' beautiful. We did peyote.
Silvio Dante: Come on!
Bobby 'Bacala' Baccalieri: Really?
Carlo Gervasi: Bobby did mushrooms once. Stuffed mushrooms, a whole fuckin' platter.
Paulie Walnuts: I got dosed with acid once, back in '68.
Paulie Walnuts: I was with your dad and them at the Copa. Fuckin' BOAC stewardess put it in my drink. Jerry Vale's singin' and I look over. Your Uncle Jun's got laser beams shootin' out his eyes!
Restaurant kitchen staff: [after Tony curb stomps Coco, in Spanish] Get a mop.
Anthony Soprano, Jr.: I was watching CNN. This story about these kids in some Iraqi hospital. How the burn unit doesn't have the right medicine or something. And then they show this story about some mall in Minnesota and these gigantic, fat people buying stuff and eating all this shit. You know, it's like my parents. You should see our house, this stupid coffee maker they got, media room. You know, then there's Blanca. Her kid hardly talks. She can't afford to send him to a decent school.
Dr. Richard Vogel: You think your feelings about Blanca in any way relate to this African boy?
Anthony Soprano, Jr.: She's not black!... I mean... she's pretty tan.
Tony Soprano: When you were sick in the hospital, we talked. We shared a, uh... an understanding about life.
Phil Leotardo: This is business, Anthony.
Tony Soprano: Yeah, I know. But I'm talkin' to you here on a human level. There's a limit, Phil. C'mon. A point where business bleeds into other shit. Feelings make things financially unfeasible.
Phil Leotardo: [chuckles] Charles Schwab, over here.
Tony Soprano: So that's it. No leeway, no compromise, just stupid fuckin' jokes.
Phil Leotardo: You want compromise, how's this? Twenty years in the can I wanted manicott', but I compromised. I ate grilled cheese off the radiator instead. I wanted to fuck a woman, but I compromised. I jacked off into a tissue. You see where I'm goin'?
Little Carmine Lupertazzi: So, the reason I'm here you could probably guess.
Tony Soprano: What happened at Coco's restaurant.
Little Carmine Lupertazzi: This alteration you had with him. You're at the precipice, Tony, of an enormous crossroad.
Tony Soprano: This is gonna sound stupid, but I saw at one point that our mothers are... bus drivers. No, they are the bus. See, they're the vehicle that gets us here. They drop us off and go on their way. They continue on their journey. And the problem is that we keep tryin' to get back on the bus, instead of just lettin' it go.
Phil Leotardo: [to Tony, from his window] That's right, cocksucker! Go back to New Jersey!
Little Carmine Lupertazzi: Phil, what are you doin'?
Phil Leotardo: Take that piece of shit and get off my stoop!
Little Carmine Lupertazzi: But we just talked about this.
Phil Leotardo: Well, cooler heads prevailed.
Little Carmine Lupertazzi: Uncle Philly!
Phil Leotardo: Uncle Philly, my ass!
Tony Soprano: I'm depressed.
Carmela Soprano: I'm telling you. Don't you start now.
Tony Soprano: What does that mean?
Carmela Soprano: It means what it means. I have enough on my plate, I don't need you adding to it with your bullshit.
Tony Soprano: Bullshit? It's an illness and it's fuckin' hereditary.
Carmela Soprano: Thank you, I know. I am intimately acquainted with the Soprano curse. Your father, your uncle, your great-grandfather who drove the donkey cart off the road in Avellino, all of it.
Tony Soprano: Oh, you think it's a joke?
Carmela Soprano: Am I laughing?
Tony Soprano: Well, then what are you sayin'?
Carmela Soprano: He didn't get it from my family. That's all I'm gonna say.
Tony Soprano: Your family don't even talk. Your father's so bottled up it's a wonder he's even got a stomach left.
Carmela Soprano: Yeah, as opposed to yours.
Tony Soprano: At least my father was out front about what was botherin' him.
Carmela Soprano: Right, with a bullet through your mother's beehive hairdo.