A year ago, I held Fish Mooney’s umbrella. Now she’s dead by my hand. Along with Maroni. Falcone is in hiding, and all of their businesses are mine. They all underestimated me. I suggest you not make the same mistake.
You tell Sal it’s over. The guns are bought. The killing room is waiting. He doesn’t know it, but he’s a dead man.
You should know by now that bullets don’t kill this monster, Jim. My last one got stuck in your throat, so I’m thinking about shoving this one somewhere else.
You must be the first person in history to go on a killing spree in order to find a life coach.[to Nygma]