–Brooklyn is loaded with guys that own candy stores, two cars, and
like to go to nightclubs.
–Yeah, but you put this little candy store hustler together with Joel
Weinstock, and maybe we got a big score.
–Score, my ass!
–Can’t seem to find the damn ticket…Where’s the guy?
–Getting my car. In the back.
–For me?
–The winters are cold in America.
–Without you I’d still look like a longshoreman.
–He sees policemen in his soup.
–He is not wrong.
–Henri c’est gentil d’etre venu. Je vous presente mon associe, Pierre Nicoli…Henri Devereaux.
–Enchante…Alain, j’ai reflechi a votre proposition et j’ai decide
d’accepter.
–Henri. Good of you to come…My associate, Pierre Nicoli…Henri
Devereaux.
–Alain, I’ve thought about our proposition and decided to accept.
–Hey, what’s my name?
–Doyle.
–What?
–Mister Doyle.
–How did it go?
–All right.
–An ugly job.
–Had to be done.
–Our friend is late.
–It’s a mistake to involve him.
–A mistake? It’s inspired! He’s a TV star…a celebrity. Wherever he goes he travels freely. Besides, he needs the money.
–I don’t trust him.
–Be nice…Who knows, maybe he’ll put you on television.
–How does an old stick like you keep such a pace?
–Pace? I haven’t done an honest day’s work since I climbed off the crane.
–I saw my daughter today.
–How is she?
–I’ve never seen anyone so content. She asked about you, and if we’re still happy.
–Are we?
–No.
–I’m telling you, they’ll split if we don’t move. This guy’s got ’em
like that. He’s everything they say he is.
–What about you, Sal? Are you everything they say you are?
–Let me show you what I bought today.
–More shopping?
–Yes.
–That thing is clean.
–I don’t buy that, Irv. The stuff is in that car.
–Well, you find it. I can’t.
–The piers must be extended 100 feet so that the new barges can load 500 tons of cargo.
–What about additional crew?
–Ten more men per shift.
–The union will want a dozen.
–Doesn’t matter. When the expansion is finished, we’ll accomodate the largest tankers now afloat.
–What was the weight of the car when you got it, Irv?
–4,839 pounds.
–You’re sure? The manufacturer’s spec says it should weight 4,719 pounds. This one’s carrying roughly 120 extra pounds somewhere…When
it was booked in at Marseilles it weighed the same. 120 pounds overweight. Jimmy has to be right.
–I ripped everything out except the rocker panels.
–You know, I though carefully about your gift for the trip, and I chose it myself.
–Can I open it now?
–If you must.
–You want the red or the white?
–Pour it in your ear.
All right! You put a shiv in my partner. You know what that means?
Goddammit! All winter long I got to listen to him gripe about his
bowling scores. Now I’m gonna bust your ass for those three bags and
I’m gonna nail you for picking your feet in Poughkeepie.
All right, Popeye’s here! Get your hands on your heads! Get off the
bar and get on the wall!
All right, Popeye’s here! Get your hands on your heads, get off the bar, and get on the wall!
Blast off. One-eight-oh. Two hundred. Good Housekeeping Seal of
Approval. Two-ten. U.S. Government certified. Two-twenty. Lunar
trajectory, junk-of-the-month club, siloin steak. Two-thirty. Grade
A poison. Absolute dynamite. Eighty-nine percent pure junk. Best I’ve ever seen. If the rest is like this, you’ll be dealing on this load for two years.
Did you ever pick your feet in Poughkepsie?! You did, didn’t you?! You sat on the edge of the bed and you picked your feet!
do you pick your feet in poughskeepie
Don’t trust anyone.
Everybody gets to go to the moon.
Frog One is in that room.
He’s gettin’ too far ahead. You’re gonna lose him.
He’s in the brown Lincoln. Foreign plates.
I need your car!
I’m pretty sure that was the Frog. He made me too. He lives on four. He went up to six. He’s cute, real cute.
I’m sitting on Frog One.
It’s like a desert full of junkies out there.
Look, I’ve ripped everything out but the rocker panels.
Mike shake anyone?
Okay, let’s hit’em. Hit’em!
Our friend’s name is Boca. Salvatore Boca. B-O-C-A. They call him Sal. He’s a sweetheart. He was picked up on suspicion of armed robbery. Now get this. Three years ago, he tries to hold up Tiffany’s on Fifth Avenue in broad daylight. He could have got two and a half to five. But Tiffany’s wouldn’t prosecute. Also, downtown, they’re pretty sure he pulled off a contract on a guy named De Marco.
Pay attention! We’re gonna ask questions later.
Police! Emergency!
Popeye – Never trust a nigger.
Cloudy – He could have been white.
Popeye – Never trust anybody.
Still wearing your gun on your ankle? Somebody told me the reason you
did that was so when you met a chick and rubbed against her she wouldn’t know you were a cop. I said that was bullshit. It must be
some kind of fast-draw gimmick or something.
Tell everyone we’ll be back in an hour.
That car is dirty, Cloudy…We’re going to sit all night if we have to.
That car’s dirty!
That’s the third time those guys been around.
The son of a bitch is here. I saw him. I’m gonna get him.
This is Doyle. I’m sitting on Frog One.
Want that hand broken?
We’re going to sit on the Lincoln.
Whatta you say we wait and give a tail?
You are in a no-smoking area. Will you please extinguish your cigarettes?
You oughta get plastic covers for this stuff. Your scrapbook is a
mess like everything else in your life.
You still pickin your feet in poughkeepsie?
Your hunches have backfired before, Doyle.
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