You’re too f***ing worried about what I give you. Worry a little more about what you give me.[to Christopher]
It was an idea. I don’t know. Who knows where they f***ing come from? Isaac Newton invented gravity because some a**hole hit him with an apple.
You’re talking to the wrong white man, my friend. My people were the white man’s n***er when yours were still painting their faces and chasing zebras.[to Massive Genius]
You keep prodding him with a stick. You light a candle to Saint Anthony. But I think you’re f***ed.[Christopher Moltisanti: What about the dead guy?]
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Yeah, but that’s where you’re wrong. You see, out there, it’s the 1990s, but in this house, it’s 1954. 1990s. 1954. So now and forever, I don’t want to hear any more sex talk, okay?[Meadow Soprano: It’s the 90s. Parents are supposed to discuss sex with their children.]
When you’re bleeding a guy, you don’t squeeze him dry right away. Contrarily, you let him do his bidding, suavely. So you can bleed him next week and the week after, at a minimum.