Paradise Alley

Annie:
You gotta lot of style for somebody with pigeon crap on their shoulder, Cosmo.

Cosmo Carboni:
That ain't real pigeon crap. That's just something I had sewn on to make me stand out in a crowd. You know?

Cosmo Carboni:
Hey, Vic. Frankie here wants to have a friendly arm-wrestling contest with you.

Lenny:
I promise you fifty wins before Christmas.

Burp:
Your man gets IN THE RING forty of fifty times before Christmas he won't have enough brains left to tie his shoelaces. And then you'll have two cripples in the family.

Cosmo Carboni:
Do you know how many men could've been sitting on top of the world, but they let a dame tell them what to do and the only thing they ended up sitting on top of was a toilet.

Stitch:
That guy's too stupid to be scared. He's a primitive.

Cosmo Carboni:
Frankie! My brother who aint as handsome as you is as strong as Charles Atlas.

Stitch:
Your brother is a moron.

Cosmo Carboni:
Nah. He ain't no moron.

Stitch:
I said he's a moron.

Cosmo Carboni:
Okay he ain't no flaming wit guaranteed. But he can haul over four-hundred and fifty pounds of ice up five flights of stairs without blowing his breakfast. Can he do that?

Cosmo Carboni:
You gotta start off every morning by cronin' to that low-life, bag bird?

Victor:
Bella likes music in the morning.

Cosmo Carboni:
Yeah? Then BUY THE BUM A RADIO!

Cosmo Carboni:
Why should I walk around looking like a boiled rag when I can have a stylish set of duds for free?

Victor:
I was born on the 22nd.