Boardwalk Empire, Season 3

Nucky Thompson:
Untie him. Oh, but before you do, put a bullet in his fucking head.

[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.

Gaston Means:
Consider me an admirer, Mr. Thompson. Ordinary men avoid trouble. Extraordinary men turn it to their advantage. You and I have that in common.

Gyp Rosetti:
8 trucks, huh? Lotta gasoline.

Mickey Doyle:
So? We're good for it.

Gyp Rosetti:
Sure. Only thing is, we ain't got any.

Owen Sleater:
You have no fuel?

Gyp Rosetti:
And here it is, a filling station. That makes me chuckle.

Owen Sleater:
[pointing with his gun] We'll gas up, we'll pay you, and we'll move on.

Gyp Rosetti:
What's that? A gun? [shows his own weapon] I got a gun. [Rosetti's men appear and hold Doyle and Sleater at gunpoint] I got a gun, and he got a gun, and he got a gun. Everybody got guns!

Richard Harrow:
[describing killing Horvitz] I waited, outside his house. I used a shotgun, very close.

Nucky Thompson:
May I ask why?

Richard Harrow:
Angela Darmody.

Nucky Thompson:
Not her husband?

Richard Harrow:
Jimmy was a soldier. He fought, he lost.

Nucky' Thompson:
So I can assume my family and I are safe?

Richard Harrow:
You and Mrs. Thompson were good to me. You have nothing to fear.

Nucky Thompson:
How many people have you killed?

Richard Harrow:
63.

Nucky Thompson:
Do you think about any of them?

Richard Harrow:
You know the answer to that, yourself.

Gyp Rosetti:
"Bone For Tuna". What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

Tonino Sandretti:
The kid's Irish. The pronunciation was off...

Gyp Rosetti:
I know what he meant! Who the fuck is Nucky Thompson to wish me good luck? In Italian, no less, like he's fuckin' mocking me? He's real fuckin' cute, I'll tell you that! Sets me up to lose, pulls out of the whiskey deal at the last minute, and then says "bon fortuna" like he's rootin' for me to get back on my feet. Push me off a cliff, why don't ya?

Tonino Sandretti:
I don't think...

Gyp Rosetti:
Good luck flappin' your arms on the way down! Am I right?

Tonino Sandretti:
Sure, but...

Gyp Rosetti:
The attitude on him. Scrawny Irish prick. I need his blessing to make my way in the world?

Tonino Sandretti:
I don't...

Gyp Rosetti:
I need him to lecture me? Nothing's personal? What the fuck is life if it's not personal?

Nucky Thompson:
[to Eli] Allowing you to simply go to jail is the last gift I'll ever give you.

[Nucky kills Roland Smith]

Owen Sleater:
I thought you were letting him go.

Nucky Thompson:
Why would you think that?

Owen Sleater:
[pause] I misunderstood.

Nucky Thompson:
As long as you understand now.

Arnold Rothstein:
[discussing Rosetti's blockade of Nucky's liquor] It's bad for business?

Nucky Thompson:
Isn't it?

Arnold Rothstein:
And what would you know about it, conducting yours like a drunken shopkeeper?

Nucky Thompson:
Alright, Arnold. You're allowed to blow off steam.

Arnold Rothstein:
It's not alright. Do you think I entered into this arrangement because I value your companionship? You are a convenience, of geography and supply. You promised a quantity and a price. You have failed to deliver! And now, owing to your inability to manage your affairs in New Jersey - a state I have little interest in or affection for - you expect me to start a war? In New York? Where things actually matter?

Nucky' Thompson:
I expect you to understand that Gyp Rosetti is trouble for everyone. I lost an entire convoy...

Arnold Rothstein:
Because of your own cavalierness! Because you run off to Manhattan at a moment's notice to rut with some showgirl!

Nucky Thompson:
You'd be wise to leave Miss Kent out of this.

Arnold Rothstein:
Why? You can't. Do you even begin to understand how weak that makes you look?

Nucky Thompson:
That's a big noise from a man who is dead below the waist.

Arnold Rothstein:
I practice discretion.

Nucky Thompson:
You practice bullshit! Who the fuck are you, Arnold, aside from a little weasel with a good poker face?

Eddie Cantor:
[discussing the male lead of "The Naughty Virgin"] He dances like a... what do you call a horse whose kischkes have been cut off?

Nucky Thompson:
A gelding.

Eddie Cantor:
That's not very naughty.

Lucky Luciano:
It's the 20th century, sweetie. You wanna make a buck? Have 'em start showin' a little skin.

Paul Sagorsky:
What's all this bullshit about alcohol? A man's willing to lay his life down for his country, you best let that man have a goddamn drink!

Joe Masseria:
[to Rosetti, in Italian] I can't control you, I can't rely on you, and now I can't afford you.

Gyp Rosetti:
[nervous] It's Easter Sunday, Joe.

Joe Masseria:
Also April Fool's.

Gyp Rosetti:
So what're we jokin' about?

Joe Masseria:
I'm not joking. [gets up and walks away as his men advance on Rosetti]

Gyp Rosetti:
Nucky Thompson. Arnold Rothstein.

Joe Masseria:
What about them?

Gyp Rosetti:
They're not losin' sleep about no 20 blocks of road on the East Side. They're workin' together. They're buildin' something a lot bigger than you and me.

Joe Masseria:
Then let them do what they want.

Gyp Rosetti:
Because you think you got what you have, right? But not for long. Things are changin'. That Luciano kid...

Joe Masseria:
I straightened him out. You don't want...

Gyp Rosetti:
He's not like you and me! Look who he works for, Joe! They're buildin' something, and it don't include us! Who's gonna own this place, huh? Heebs and Micks and back-stabbin' fucks that don't respect where they come from! After all the blood we put into it! [in Italian] What about us? What happens to us? [in English] You do what you gotta do with me, but you're gonna be in a war whether you like it or not.

Joe Masseria:
Ah, you gonna save me, huh?

Gyp Rosetti:
Give me your blessing. Let me finish what I started, but this time with enough juice to make it stick. I'll bring you Thompson.

Joe Masseria:
What do I care about Thompson?

Gyp Rosetti:
And I'll bring you Rothstein. Luciano and the kikes he runs with. I'll kill 'em all. And when I'm through, they're not gonna call you Joe the Boss no more - they're gonna call you Joe the King.

Gyp Rosetti:
[talking to God in church] I just need to get this said. No disrespect, but you put me down in this game. I didn't ask for that. Make me want things, things I can see, that I can almost touch... then you take 'em away. Not for me, right? Everyone else, but not me. I'm, what, a mistake you made? Like some leftovers? And I'm supposed to go through my life, no friendship, no love, till I'm pissin' in my bed and coughin' up blood on the sheets? Then I'll know, right? Then it'll be clear. [shouting] Put it in front of me, take it away! Why would you do that? Just to screw with me? What kind of sick fuck thinks that way? I'm supposed to trust you. Based on the treatment so far? What're you up to, huh? I'm here! I'm listenin'! I'm ready for any kind of explanation!

Priest:
Are you all right?

Rosetti:
I'm prayin'.

Priest:
You're yelling.

Rosetti:
Can I ask you something?

Priest:
Of course.

[Rosetti hits him in the face and takes the collection money]

Rosetti:
Where does God keep the rest of it? [screams] Answer me!

Nucky Thompson:
You have to understand: No matter what you think of me, there's no walking away. It doesn't work like that. I do it to them, or they do it to me. And that's all there is.

Margaret Thompson:
And the men in your office?

Nucky Thompson:
Either they're with me and we go to war, or they'll smile, shake my hand and walk away. I'll be alone, and that's as good as dead.

Gyp Rosetti:
That's 1200 cases, 24 bottles per... that 28,800 bottles. That's math. That's useful. That's what my father used, on account he laid bricks. He built churches, bridges... he came home at night, he smelled like sweat, not fish. Broke his back, dead at 50. Layin' around in a fuckin' boat, he would seen 100, but not him. Not fuckin' him. Not like your father, right, Franco?

[He looks down at Franco, who is buried up to his neck in sand]

Franco:
Please, Mr. Rosetti... I'm a fucking idiot, I'm sorry! Please, Tonino, for the love of Christ!

Tonino Sandretti:
Gyp, he's my mother's brother's kid. He didn't mean no disrespect. He's just a fuckin' know-it-all. Break his legs, anything... not this. Please, I'm beggin' you. Gyp, he's my blood!

Gyp Rosetti:
Fuckin' family, right?

Tonino Sandretti:
You know how it is.

Gyp Rosetti:
You're a lucky fella, Franco. [to one of his henchmen] Gimme that.

[Gyp's henchman hands him a shovel]

Gyp Rosetti:
[to Tonino] Because I respect you.

[Gyp bashes Franco's head in with the shovel]

Gyp Rosetti:
[to Tonino] You owe me.

Margaret Thompson:
Knowing nothing doesn't make in better.

Gyp Rosetti:
Howdy, sheriff. What's new on the prairie?

Sheriff:
[nervous] Howdy, Gyp. Good to see you again.

Gyp Rosetti:
What's so good about it? You miss my company? You like the way I look? What're you, some kind of fanook?

Sheriff:
Just ready to get back to business.

Gyp Rosetti:
No kiddin'? You been twiddlin' your thumbs, waitin' for me to show up? [he picks up a club]

Sheriff:
There's no need for any of that. You know me. I'm flexible.

Gyp Rosetti:
[laughs] Not for much longer. [hits him in the knee, then beats him when he's down]

Nelson Van Alden:
Please, sir, I provide for a family. I failed to eschew evil, but I'm trying.

Al Capone:
[sticking a fork into Van Alden's face] 25 blocks into my territory. I know you're gonna pay me back.

Nelson Van Alden:
Yes, sir.

Al Capone:
Huh?

Nelson Van Alden:
Yes, sir!

[Capone lowers the fork]

Al Capone:
Tell me everything you know about O'Banion's operation.

Margaret Thompson:
I'm pregnant. It's yours. You can do what you choose. Plans or no, I won't hold you to them. But say what you want, as long as it's the truth.

Owen Sleater:
The truth? [pause] Well, I'd like it to be a boy.

Gyp Rosetti:
[to Chalky] I'm gonna be runnin' things now. People tell me you're the man to see on this side of the fence... Mr White. We really need all these guns?

Chalky White:
Not if you put yours down first.

[At Tonino's motion, Rosetti's men put down their weapons. Chalky's men do the same]

Gyp Rosetti:
Look at us now. We're almost kissin'. I'm not lookin' to put my hands in your pockets. However things used to work, I don't operate that way. I mean, look at me, look at you. We got a lot in common, eh?

Chalky White:
And what's that?

Gyp Rosetti:
We both got left out in the sun too long. [smiles] Maybe you a little longer.

Chalky White:
You just ain't done cookin' yet, friend.

Al Capone:
We've been on the road for 18 hours. I need a bath and some chow. Then you and me sit down... and we talk about who dies.

Gyp Rosetti:
You laughin' at me?

Gillian Darmody:
Why not? Everybody else does.

Gyp Rosetti:
[imitating Nucky] Relax, it's a party.

Tonino Sandretti:
What?

Gyp Rosetti I'm making a big decision. From now on, I'm only selling hooch every other Thursday. Because I have important friends. I'm an important person. I have important garters holding up my very important socks! Do you know who have any idea who the fuck I am? [mimes glasses over his eyes] Do you? DO YOU?!

Tonino Sandretti:
[bemused] You're Nucky Thompson.

Gyp Rosetti:
I'm Barney Google, with the goo-goo-googly eyes! AND I NEVER, EVER TAKE ANYTHING PERSONAL!

Nucky Thompson:
[to Tonino, after he kills Rosetti] Tell Masseria this can be the end of it, or the beginning. I'll meet him either way.