You’re too f***ing worried about what I give you. Worry a little more about what you give me.[to Christopher]
What about the dead guy?[Christopher Moltisanti]You keep prodding him with a stick. You light a candle to Saint Anthony. But I think you’re f***ed.[Tony Soprano]
You can take 2007 and give it back to the Indians.
What do you get when you cross an accountant with a giant jet airplane? A Boring 747.
We need to repeat what’s familiar, even if it’s bad for us.
That’s the guy, Adriana. My Uncle Tony. The guy I’m going to hell for.
That’s how life is, I guess. Sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad. Things come, things go.
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.
Watch now on:
I’ve been sober and I’ve been high. Sober’s better.
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 don’t gotta love me, but you will respect me![to Christopher]
Yeah, Little Pussy. You think he’s gonna f*** with Big Pussy? My Pussy?[to Hesh]
