You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to *me? *
Marty. Y’know what we got here? Motherfuckin’ Charlie Bronson. Mr. Majestyk.
You won’t think it’s funny when I stick that pen up your nose!
They all have husbands and wives and children and houses and dogs, and, you know, they’ve all made themselves a part of something and they can talk about what they do. What am I gonna say? “I killed the president of Paraguay with a fork. How’ve you been?”
Some fuckin’ friend. You’re some fuckin’ friend, you know that?
Be my friend… Godfather.
Mmm. The San Quentin Country Club. With a cute little rear end like that, you’ll be the belle of the ball. Your dance card’ll be filled every day. You’ll be so popular, making all kinds of new, close friends. Big, ugly, hairy friends! Not that you’ll ever see what they look like, 'cause you’ll be facing the other way.
You know, it’s a good thing you’re an engineer. With tact like that, you’d be a lousy psychiatrist.
Them clothes got laundry numbers on them. You remember your number and always wear the ones that has your number. Any man forgets his number spends a night in the box. These here spoons you keep with you. Any man loses his spoon spends a night in the box. There’s no playing grab-ass or fighting in the building. You got a grudge against another man, you fight him Saturday afternoon. Any man playing grab-ass or fighting in the building spends a night in the box.
You punch in at 8:30 every morning, except you punch in at 7:30 following a business holiday, unless it’s a Monday, then you punch in at 8 o’clock. Punch in late and they dock you. Incoming articles get a voucher, outgoing articles provide a voucher. Move any article without a voucher and they dock you. Letter size a green voucher, oversize a yellow voucher, parcel size a maroon voucher. Wrong color voucher and they dock you! 6787049A/6. That is your employee number. It will not be repeated! Without your employee number you cannot get your paycheck. Inter-office mail is code 37, intra-office mail 37-3, outside mail is 3-37. Code it wrong and they dock you! This has been your orientation. Is there anything you do not understand, is there anything you understand only partially? If you have not been fully oriented, you must file a complaint with personnel. File a faulty complaint and they dock you!
Why, I am all amazement.
Porter, you have an unending capacity for counterfeit astonishment
Not one more word. I’m warning you. Don’t say another… fucking… word.
This isn’t fucking Tommy Hopscotch anymore, Doug. But I did wanna say one thing: You’re here today so I can personally tell you that you are going to die in federal prison. And so are all your friends. No deal. No compromise. And when that day comes when you start trying to be my hero collaborator so hard that I have to slap you to shut up, and it will come, despite your pitiable, misguided, Irish Omertà. When your code of silence finally gives way to fear of trafficking in cigarettes to prevent sexual enslavement, I just want you to know that it’s gonna be me who told you to go fuck yourself.
He said, “No, you’re gonna tell me something today, tough guy.” I said, “All right, I’ll tell you something: go fuck your mother.”
I HAD your mother- she wasn’t that great!
Yes, mommy dearest.
Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children. Do you understand? Morphine is bad for you. Your daughter is out there on the streets waiting for you.
Wait, are we bargaining again?
Bargain rather than fight? He’s no Jedi.