Boardwalk Empire, Season 3

[Nucky has just cut the city's liquor barons out of a profitable deal]

Nucky Thompson:
Sorry, gentlemen. New year, new rules.

Gyp Rosetti:
Well, that makes sense. A chink I know, runs a laundry, tells me that '23 is the year of the pig.

Nucky Thompson:
This is a business decision.

Gyp Rosetti:
I come all the way down here, put up with car trouble...

George Remus:
We all got the same news.

Gyp Rosetti:
Yeah but we ain't all in the same fuckin' boat! I'm gettin' squeezed on all sides...

Frankie Yale:
[warns him in Italian]

Gyp Rosetti:
No fuck you, Frank! Your fuckin' rathole bar and your warehouse in Canarsie? I don't see you doin' me any favors, amicu! [to Rothstein] And you, you smug kike midget, creeping around like a dentist with ether...

Lucky Luciano:
Why don't you watch your fuckin' mouth...

Gyp Rosetti:
Why don't you go sit in the corner, short pants? [to Nucky] And then there's you. Fuckin' breadstick in a bowtie. You pasty-faced cocksucker...

Nucky Thompson:
[angry but controlled] You must be tired, Mr. Rossetti. That can make a man irritable. You need some rest.

Gyp Rosetti:
I need 500 cases of rum.

Nucky Thompson:
You and your men, my guests at the Ritz.

Gyp Rosetti:
You think I can't float my own hotel room?

Nucky Thompson:
I'm making a goodwill gesture. Accept it or not.

Gyp Rosetti:
How about I make one to you?

Owen Sleater:
You'll not do it here.

Gyp Rosetti:
I'll shit you out like yesterday's sausage, you bog-trottin' prick.

Nucky Thompson:
You're making my decision very easy.

[Rosetti looks around the room, sees he has no support]

Gyp Rosetti:
Nobody around here can take a joke.