Suicide Kings

Charlie Barret:
The gun again. Can't you guys just play nice?

Charlie Barret:
I'm bleeding to death. Humor me.

Marty:
Don't go dying on me. Remember, I'm a lawyer. I've got friends in hell.

Charlie Barret:
I'm going to give you an opportunity: get out of this. Now. Before it gets so f***ed up nobody could ever recover.

Ira Reder:
Why is this man here? Why is he taped to my father's favorite chair?

Lono Veccio:
Don't even mention the f***in' boots to me again. You got that?

Mickey:
Sorry Lono.

Lono Veccio:
It's not f***in' funny.

Mickey:
I know! I'm kidding!

Lono Veccio:
I don't wanna hear about any f***in' kinda footwear from you again. Don't even talk about f***in' socks to me.

Charlie Barret:
Guys, if I don't bleed to death pretty soon, I'm gonna die of boredom.

Brett Campbell:
What the f***? I leave the room for two minutes and you guys roll over like 5 dollar whores! You have a drink with the guy and next thing you know he's best man at your wedding! What the f*** did he do when I was in the other room, sprinkle fairy dust up your skirts?

Avery Chasten:
I can't let you go.

Max Minot:
Avory, we don't have a choice.

Avery Chasten:
I gotta gun in my hand! We have a choice!

Brett Campbell:
You're pretty funny for a guy with nine fingers.

Ira Reder:
Hey-hey, big time, how ya doin?

Max Minot:
Good.

Ira Reder:
Listen, ahh, there's been a new wrinkle.

Max Minot:
What?

Ira Reder:
But first you gotta promise me, PROMISE ME, you're not going to tell anybody.

Max Minot:
Ira, what are you talking about?

Ira Reder:
Look, just promise me first.

Max Minot:
F*** off, Ira.

Ira Reder:
Okay, good enough.

Charlie Barret:
That's just bad business.

Lono Veccio:
Very bad. F***in' tragic.

Charlie Barret:
Wait, wait... BOAT? What BOAT?

Charlie Barret:
You should never lie to your friends.

Lono Veccio:
Well, if you give me a couple minutes of your time, I got a few things I'd like to talk to ya about. You know, eh, what you did wasn't really your fault. It's what you call, a eh, genetic defect. Mom called it the, the gene. My Grandfather had the gene, he eh, came over from the boat from Ireland in 1912 and I guess he passed it on to my Old Man. My Old Man was a great guy, a real p*ssy cat, you know hard worker. Big sports fan, but sometimes on his way home from the docks he liked to stop in with the guys and have a couple of beers, ya know. I remember coming home from school one day, and eh, the whole house was dark. Couldn't figure it out. I heard my Mom crying off in the dark someplace, and I was old enough at that point I could reach the light switch. I turned the lights on, and I saw, what he did to her. So I went to my room and I got, the eh, baseball bat. Mikey Mantel model my Old Man give me for Christmas, and I found the Old Man passed out in the bathtub, and I tattooed him. Needless to say, when I came home everyday from school after that, the eh, house is lit up like Ebbet's Field, and the Old Man eh, never drank again. So all I'm saying to you is if you wanna drink, you go ahead and drink. But if I ever find out that you laid your hands on that little girl again, me and Mr. Mantle are gonna pay you a visit my friend.

Ira Reder:
I want you and your weird f*** junkie friend out of my house.

Ira Reder:
You cut his f***ing finger off!

Lono Veccio:
A busket?

Charlie Barrett:
“Ira, you are the man”