Doc:
Why don't you make like a tree, and get the fuck outta here?
Rocco: Shut your fat ass Rayvie! I can't buy a pack of smokes
without running into nine guys you fucked!
Paul Smecker: Okay Duffy, have any theories to go with that
tie?
Conner MacManus: Jesus! He brought a six-shooter! Murphy
MacManus: There were nine of them, you retard! What were
you going to do with the last three, laugh them to death?
Funny man?
Murphy MacManus: You and your fucking rope.
Monsignor: We must always fear the wicked. But there is
another kind of evil that we must fear the most, and that
is the indifference of good men. Conner MacManus: I do believe
the monsignor's finally got the point. Murphy MacManus:
Aye.
Doc: You know what they say: People in glass houses sink
ships! Rocco: I got to buy you a proverb book or something,
because this mix 'n' match shit's got to go. Doc: What?
Conner MacManus: Well, a penny saved is worth two in the
bush, right? Murphy MacManus: And don't cross the road if
you can't get out of the kitchen.
[A Russian gangster comes into the bar] Murphy MacManus:
So you're Chekov, huh? Well, this here's McCoy. Find a Spock,
we got us an away team.
Paul Smecker: Brilliant! So now we got a Huge Guy theory
and a Serial Crusher theory.
[After Smecker proves the Boston detectives wrong] Paul
Smecker: We'll start the ass-kissing with you.
Paul Smecker: That's all we need: some sensational story
making these boys out to be superheroes triumphing over
evil.
Il Duce: And no man shall shed blood, but by man shall his
blood be shed.
Yakavetta: The 90's are killing me. I shouldn't have done
that. You're not supposed to tell a guy you're gonna kill
him no more. Taking all the fun out of the job.
Paul Smecker: You know, you Irish cops are perking up.
That's two sound theories in one day, neither of which
deal with abnormally sized men. Kind of makes me feel
like Riverdancing.
[After finding a suitcase full of cash with the dead mobsters]
Murphy MacManus: The hits just keep on coming. I love
our new job.
Rocco: They can suck my pathetic little dick, and I'll
dip my balls in marinara sauce so those fat bastards can
get a taste of home while they're at it!
Rocco: I killed your cat! I thought that it would bring
closure to our relationship!
[After Rocco shoots three men in a coffee shop] Murphy
MacManus: Kind of liberating, isn't it? Rocco: You know,
it is a bit.
Paul Smecker: Greenly, the day I want the Boston police
to do my thinking for me is the day I will have a fucking
tag on my toe.
Yakavetta: He's happy now, just killing us one by one.
And worse, he's good at it.
Rocco: This guy takes out a whole family -- wife, kids
-- like he's ordering fucking pizza.
Paul Smecker: So you're telling me it was one guy with
six guns, and he was a senior frigging citizen?
Murphy MacManus: There are many forms of evil. We urge
you lesser forms of filth not to push the boundaries into
true corruption, into our domain.
Murphy MacManus: Do not kill. Do not rape. Do not steal.
These are principles which every man of every faith can
embrace.
Conner MacManus: How far are we going to take this? Il
Duce: The question is not how far. The question is, do
you possess the constitution, the depth of faith, to go
as far as is needed?
Conner MacManus: It's the real deal, Roc. Evil men, dead
men.
[After Rocco fondles an unconscious woman's breast] Conner
MacManus: What the fuck are you doing? Rocco: I'll tip
her!
Murphy MacManus: We're sorta like 7-11. We're not always
doin' business, but we're always open. Conner MacManus:
That was nicely put.
Yakavetta: The 90's are killing me. I shouldn't have done
that. You're not supposed to tell a guy you're gonna kill
him no more. I got to tiptoe through the tulips with these
assholes. Taking all the fun out of the job.
Il Duce: Never shall innocent blood be shed, yet the blood
of the wicked shall flow like a river. The Three shall
spread their blackened wings and be the vengeful striking
hammer of God.
[After Rocco gets his finger shot off] Rocco: Feels like
it's still there. Conner MacManus: Yeah, well it's not.
Paul Smecker: Television is the explanation for this.
You see this in bad television. Little assault guys creeping
through the vents, coming in through the ceiling--that
James Bond shit never happens in real life, professionals
don't do that!
