Multiple Characters quotes

Madolyn: I thought I was the liar!

Kneecapped Bankrobber: [after being shot in the knee] I thought you were supposed to go into shock! I'm not in shock! It ****in' hurts!

Singh: What's wrong with this ****ing country? Everybody hates everybody!

Singh: Bhenchod!, Kia kar rahay ho?(From Hindi, meaning: sister-****er what are you doing?)

Bookie: I'm in the hole, I pay him two grand a week! No profit, I pay him two grand a week!
Mr. French: Then make more ****ing money. This is America: You don't make money, you're a ****in' douche bag! Now, what're you gonna do?
Bookie: Make more money!
Mr. French: That's the spirit!

Mr. French: Do you know me?
Billy Costigan: No... No.
Mr. French: Well, I'm the guy who tells you there's guys you can hit and guys you can't. Now, that's not quite a guy you can't hit, but he's almost a guy you can't hit. So I'm gonna make a ****in' ruling on this right now: you don't ****ing hit him. You understand?
Billy Costigan: Yeah, excellent. Fine, fine. Fine.
Mr. French: I ****ing know you. I know your family. You make one more drug deal with that idiot, ****ing cop-magnet of a cousin and I'll forget your grandmother was so nice to me. I'll cut your ****ing nuts off. You understand that?
Billy Costigan: Yeah. Yeah, I do.
Mr. French: What are you drinking?
Billy Costigan: Cranberry juice.
Mr. French: What is it, your period? Get him a cranberry juice.

Billy Costigan: Well, "Families are always rising and falling in America", am I right?
Capt. Queenan: Who said that?
Billy Costigan: Hawthorne.
Dignam: Pfft! What's the matter, smartass, don't know any ****in' Shakespeare?

Mr. French: Hey, **** head, that's Jackie's nephew.
Man Glassed in Bar: Oh--
Mr. French: What? "Oh", ****ing what? [punches out the man at the bar]

Costello: You're Johnny Sullivan's kid? You live with your grandmother?
Young Colin: Yeah.
Costello: Vin, get him a couple of bread, couple of half-gallons of milk. You like bologna and cheese? Get some cold cuts, frozen mayo, and... You like comic books? You do good in school?
Young Colin: Yeah
Costello: That's good. So I did too. They call that a paradox. Just keep it, buy yourself some make-up. You ever wanna earn a little extra money, you come by El-street. You know where I am in El-street, huh? Good. Good boy.

Costello: Church wants you on your place. Kneel, stand, kneel, stand. If you go for that sort of thing, I don't know what to do for you. A man makes his own way. No one gives it to you. You have to take it. "Non serviam."
Young Colin: James Joyce.
Costello: Smart, Colin. Guineas from the north and down Providence try to tell me what to do. And, uh, something maybe happen to them. Maybe, uh, like that.

Uncle Ed: What's this I hear from Stephanie about you becoming a policeman?
Costigan: You mean Stephanie, who was the only one who came to my father's funeral? That Stephanie?
Uncle Ed: Yeah, that Stepanie.
Costigan: Nothing much to it, Uncle Edward.
Uncle Ed: Are you trying to prove something to the family?
Costigan: When you say "the family," who do mean exactly? You?
Uncle Ed: You always have to question everything, don't you?
Costigan: Maybe it would have done you some good to have some questions from time to time, you know? "Am I an asshole? Are my kids a mess? Is my wife a money-grubbing whore?" I mean, those are questions, right? "Have I ever been good to my dying sister or am I just now pretending to be?"
Uncle Ed: Do you need some money for the funeral?
Costigan: When my mother dies, we don't have any more connection.

Costello: Good day, father.
Older Priest: Good day, Francis.
Costello: You recall our chat? Little boys. Sucking on their peckers, etc. and so forth. I am as God made me. Is that your rationale? May I remind you - in this archdiocese, God don't run the bingo.
Young Priest: May I remind you - that pride comes before the fall.
Costello: How's Sister Mary Teresa doing? Had a tasty relationship before she took her vows.
[Costello hands the priests a nude drawing of the nun]
Costello: Enjoy your clams, ****s.

Ellerby: Go **** yourself.
Dignam: I'm tired from ****ing your wife.
Ellerby: How is your mother?
Dignam: Good, she's tired from ****ing my father.

Queenan: So, do you have an idea of what we do here, my section?
Costigan: Sir yes sir, I have an idea sir.
Dignam: Whoa whoa whoa. Let's say you have no idea and leave it at that okay? No idea. Zip. None. If you had an idea about what we do, we would not be good at what we do, would we? We would be ****s. You calling us ****s?

Ellerby: [on getting married] Marriage is an important part of getting ahead. It lets people know you're not a homo. A married guy seems more stable. People see the ring, they think, "At least somebody can stand the son of a bitch." Ladies see the ring, they know immediately that you must have some cash, and your **** must work.
Sullivan: Yeah, it's workin'. Overtime!
Ellerby: I'm glad to hear that

Queenan: You work hard. You rise fast.
Dignam: Like a twelve year-old's dick.
Sullivan: Thank you, Sergeant.

[Brown is telling Billy why he signed up for the police]
Brown: So after I finish this course, I'll get a blowjob again!
Costigan: That's great. Your mom sounds like a really great person.
Brown: **** you.

Queenan: Congratulations on passing the detectives' exam, and welcome to the Special Investigation Unit.
Dignam: Whoop-de-****in'-do.

Costigan: Listen, listen. I got like, like thirty thousand bucks, right? Insurance money. You know, after my mother passed and everything?
Cousin Sean: Yeah, yeah.
Costigan: In your line of work, if I gave you like what, ten thousand, what could I get back?
Cousin Sean: You know, you know what you usually say at these moments?
Costigan: What? What?
Cousin Sean: C'mon, man.
Costigan: Aw, come on, you ****ing moron. Come on. What, you want me to say it? Huh? I'm not a cop, alright? I'm your ****ing cousin.
Cousin Sean: Yeah, you're bad! You corrupt ****, man! You must be my cousin.

Costigan: Hey, you fellas come from Providence?
Providence Gangster #2: Isn't any of your business where we come from, is it, now?
Costigan: ****in' delivering cannolis or something?

Costello: [about Costigan] Do you trust him?
Mr. French: Well these days, who's reliable?
Costello: His uncle Jackie was. Yeah, you can't trust a guy acts like he's got nothing to lose.
Mr. French: I'm reliable.
Costello: Arnold, you're one in a million.
Mr. French: Ten. Ten million.
Costello: What about your wife, Arnold?
Mr. French: Well, I thought she was.
Costello: [laughing] She wasn't!
Mr. French: Well, she got reliable.
[flashback showing French strangling his wife]

Costello: I'm going to have my associate search you.
Costigan: No, no one's ****ing searching me. Searching me for what?
Costello: Contra-****ing-band. Take your shoes off.
[French slams Costigan into a chair]
Mr. French: Shoes.
Costello: [to Costigan] I knew your father.
Costigan: Yeah? You know he's dead?
Costello: Oh, sorry. How'd he go?
Costigan: He didn't complain.
Costello: Yeah, that was his problem.
Costigan: Who said he had a problem?
Costello: I just said he had a ****ing problem. There's a man who could have been anything.
Costigan: Are you trying to say he was nothing?
[French slams Costigan onto a pool table and continues his search]
Costello: I'm saying he worked at the airport. Arm.
[French directs Costigan to a pool table, making him hold out his casted arm]
Mr. French: Show me your arm. Flip it. mm-hmmm, mm-hmmm.
[French slams Costigan's arm on the table until the cast breaks, while Costigan screams in pain]
Costello: It makes me curious to see you in this neighborhood. And if I can slander my own environment, it makes me sad. This, uh, regression. Plus, I don't know if it's beyond some ****ing cop prick like Queenan to pull you out of the Staties and send you gift-wrapped to me. I just can't know. I wonder what they do in that particular department, anyway.
[Costello slams on Costigan's broken arm with Costigan's boot]
Costello: [yelling] Are you still a cop?
Costigan: [in severe pain] No!
[Costello whacks his arm again]
Costello: [yelling] Swear on your mother's grave you're still not a cop?!
Costigan: I'm not a ****ing cop!
[Costello whacks his arm again, this time re-breaking it]
Costello: [yelling] Are you going to stop doing coke deals with your jerk-off ****ing cousin?!
Costigan: Yes, yes, yes!!
Costello: Alright, alright. You're okay, you'll be alright. Get your hand taken care of.
[Costello throws down some money]
Costello: I'm sorry, but it was necessary. As for our problem with Providence - let's not cry over some spilled guineas.

Costello: Have a seat, Bill. Do you know John Lennon?
Costigan: Yeah, sure, he was the president before Lincoln.
Costello: Lennon said, "I'm an artist. You give me a ****ing tuber (tuba), I'll get you something out of it."
Costigan: I tell you Mr. Costello, I'd like to squeeze some ****ing money out of it.
Costello: Smart mouth. Too bad. If you'll indulge me--
[Gwen walks through]
Costello: Now what?
Gwen: Choir practice.
Costello: Choir practice. The point I'm making with John Lennon is: a man could look at anything, and make something out of it. For instance, I look at you and I think, "What could I use you for?"

Costello: How's your mother?
Man in Bar: She's on her way out.
Costello: We all are, act accordingly.

Costello: You know, if your father were alive, and saw you here sitting with me, let's say he would have a word with me about this. In fact, he'd kill seven guys just to cut my throat, and he could do it. That's maybe something you don't know about William Costigan, Sr.
Costigan: So he never? I mean, never?
Costello: No. He kept his own counsel. He never wanted money. You can't do anything with a man like that. Your Uncle Jackie - he also would kill my entire ****ing family if he saw me here with you. And I think about this.
Costigan: [confused] So what the **** are we talking about here?
Costello: Did you ever think about going back to school?
Costigan: School? [laughs] All due respect Mr. Costello, school is out.
Costello: Maybe someday you'll wake the **** up.

Costello: [slaps fly] You know what I like about restaurants?
Costigan: The ****ing food? I don't know, what?
Costello: You can learn a lot, watching things eat. [licks fly off palm]

Madolyn: Here, this is my card.
Sullivan: Nah, I don't need that. I'm a detective. I'll find you.
[elevator door begins to close; Colin reaches out]
Sullivan: No, I'm just kidding, I need the card.

Lazio: Do you have anyone in with Costello presently?
Dignam: Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe **** yourself.

Sullivan: [Dignam won't let Sullivan past] Problem?
Dignam: Yeah, I got a problem. I run rat ****s like you, okay? I don't like 'em.
Sullivan: The day you wouldn't take a promotion, let me know. And if you'd taken care of this, I wouldn't even be here.
Dignam: **** yourself, you piece of shit.
Sullivan: And I need the identities of your undercovers.
Dignam: Blow me. Not literally, though, unfortunately there's no promotion involved.

Queenan: All cell phone signals are under surveillance, due to the courtesy of our Federal friends over there.
Ellerby: Patriot Act, Patriot Act! I love it, I love it, I love it!

Madolyn: What do you expect coming in here?
Costigan: I have to come here.
Madolyn: I know you have to come here, but now that you're here, what do you want?
Costigan: You want the truth? Valium.
Madolyn: You know if you lied, you would have an easier time getting what you wanted.
Costigan: What does that say about what you do for a living?
Madolyn: I just think we should have a few more meetings before we even talk about prescriptions.
Costigan: Look... look, I'm having panic attacks, alright? The other night I thought I was having a ****ing heart attack. I puked in a trash barrel on the way over here. I haven't slept for ****ing weeks.
Madolyn: Is that true?
Costigan: Yeah, that's true. Alright? I said it was ****ing true. I want some ****ing pills and you're gonna what? You're gonna close my file? Is that what you're going to do?
Madolyn: No, I didn't close your file. I--
Costigan: I thought I was supposed to tell the truth here, if only ****ing here!
Madolyn: You are! You are!
Costigan: Christ. I mean, a guy comes in here against every, every instinct of privacy and self-reliance he has and what do you do? What do you do, huh? You send him off on the street to score smack, is that what you do? You're ****ing ridiculous!
[Madolyn hands Costigan some Valium]
Costigan: [picking up the pills] Two pills? Great. Why don't you just give me a bottle of scotch and a handgun to blow my ****ing head off! Are we done here with this psychiatry bullshit?
Madolyn: You know what? You can leave!
Costigan: What the **** did I just put myself through? I'm ****ing out of here. And what if that was a legitimate threat? Think about it, ****ing hotshot!

Costello: [about Madolyn] Do you like little Miss Freud sucking on your ****?
Sullivan: Yes, yes, I do.

[Upon learning the Police have found Delahunt's body and that he was a cop]
Fitzy: I don't believe it.
Mr. French: What can't you believe?
Fitzy: I spent all ****ing night dragging the poor bastard in there. Tell me how they find him so fast? Somebody walking a ****ing dog ? What ****ing size a dog is that? Has to be a big ****ing dog, man. I spent all night doing it man.
[pause, Frank stares at him]
Fitzy: I'm embarrassed. I still don't believe he was a cop, I don't believe it.
Costello: The COPS... are saying he's a cop... so I won't look for the cop. Are you soft, Fitz? When I tell you to dump a body in the marsh, you dump him in the marsh. Not where some guy from John Han**** goes every Thursday to get a ****ing blow job!
[Fitzy laughs, Frank hits him]
Costello: Don't laugh! This ain't Reality TV!

Costello: Jeez. She fell funny.
[chuckles at the dead bodies]
Mr. French: Francis, you really should see somebody.

[Costello meets with Sullivan in a porn theater, surprising him with a dildo]
Sullivan: Frank? What the **** is wrong with you?
Costello: [laughing] See anything you like, Colin?
Sullivan: I almost ****ing shot you!
Costello: You're not indulging in self-abuse, are you? I hope you're not turning into one of them sob sisters who wants to get caught. You're not cracking up, are you?
Sullivan: I don't crack up.
Costello: Picking a place like this, where any cop can see you. Jesus.
Sullivan: If it was such a ****ing bad idea, why'd you show up?
Costello: [turning to face Sullivan] I own the place.
Sullivan: I'm not ****ing surprised.
Sullivan: Look, I gotta tell you...
Costello: You're getting re-assigned. I know.
Sullivan: How the **** do you know that?
Costello: Where'd they put you?
Sullivan: Hey Frank, I gotta find myself.
Costello: You're telling me, sonny boy.
Sullivan: I gotta find the guy you got in the department.
Costello: With everybody looking up their own ass, and you looking for yourself, I'd put my money on nobody finds nothing.
Sullivan: I know, but Frank - look, for me, you gotta lay low. Right now.
Costello: Colin, laying low is not what I do.
Sullivan: Okay, ****ing big daddy Frank. ****ing perfect. But what good am I to you if you don't listen to me?

[In a porn theater]
Sullivan: I can get the rat. You just gotta let me do it my way, Frank.
Costello: Okay.
[hands Sullivan "Citizens Trust" envelope]
Costello: But Colin - I hope I don't have to remind you that if you don't find that cheese-eating rat bastard in your department, most likely it won't be me who suffers for it.
Sullivan: Now why would you have to remind me of that? Would I be any good at what I do if I didn't ****ing already know that? Frank, you gotta trust me. Alright, just trust me Frank. Hey, it ****ing involves lying and I'm pretty ****ing good at that. Right?
Costello: Maybe because it's always been so easy for me to get ****, that I never understood jacking off in a theater.

Costigan: Don't you ****ing threaten me!
Dignam: You may play a tough guy for your gangster friends, but you don't get nothing past me, you lace-curtain Irish ****ing pussy!
Costigan: [Punches Dignam] You mother****er!

[Colin confronts Billy on the rooftop]
Costigan: Freeze!
[points gun at Colin]
Sullivan: Hey! Hey! Hey!
Costigan: Put your ****ing hands up!
Sullivan: Put the ****ing gun down! Put the gun--put the gun down, alright? I came here to talk some sense into you!
Costigan: Hands!
Sullivan: Alright! Just act professional. I can get you your money!
Costigan: What'd you say?
Sullivan: I can get you your money!
[Billy pistol whips Colin, knocking him to the ground]
Costigan: You didn't come here to talk, alright. You came here to get arrested!
Sullivan: You got ****ing tapes of what? Costello was 'my' informant. I was a rat? **** you! Prove it! He was working for me, he was 'my' informant.
Costigan: Shut your ****ing mouth. Come on, get up!
Sullivan: Whoa, what is this? A citizens arrest? Blow me! Alright. Only one of us is a cop here, Bill! You understand that, Bill! No one knows who you ****ing are!
Costigan: Would you shut the **** up?!
Sullivan: I'm a Sergeant in the Massachusetts State Police! Who the **** are you? I erased you!
[Billy slams Colin onto the building]
Costigan: You erased me, huh?
[Points his gun to Colin's head]
Sullivan: Yeah, go ahead! Shoot a cop, Einstein! Watch what happens!
Costigan: What would happen is this bullet would go right through your ****ing head!!
Sullivan: Watch what happens!
Costigan: What, so you can get the parade, huh? The bagpipes and bullshit. **** you, **** you! I'm ****ing arresting you!!
Sullivan: That is the stupidest thing you could do!
[Billy punches him three times]
Costigan: Shut the **** up!!!
[Sullivan falls to the ground]
Costigan: I could give a **** if the charges don't stick, I'm still ****ing arresting you.
Sullivan: [Dazed] Shit.

Sullivan: You're an FBI informant? Are you ****ing kidding me?
Costello: Grow up! [laughing] Of course I talked to the FBI.
Sullivan: Do they know who I am?
Costello: I... I never gave up anybody... who wasn't going down anyway. Nobody knows nothin'.
Sullivan: Frank... Frank. Do they know about me?
Costello: I know about you, Colin. You know I'd never give you up. You're like a...
Sullivan: What, like a son? To you? Is that what this is about? All that murderin'... and ****in'... and no sons?
[They shoot at each other]

Costigan: Yeah, I probably could be you, Frank. But I don't wanna be you!
Costello: "Heavy lies the crown", sorta thing.

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