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Boardwalk Empire

Boardwalk Empire (2010–) is an American television series from premium cable network HBO, set in Atlantic City, New Jersey during the Prohibition era written by Emmy Award-winning screenwriter and producer Terence Winter of The Sopranos.

Season 1Edit

Boardwalk Empire [1.1]Edit

Nucky Thompson: First rule of politics, kiddo: Never let the truth get in the way of a good story.

Jimmy Darmody: You can't be half a gangster, Nucky. Not anymore.

Margaret Schroeder: I'd be honored to name my child after you.
Nucky Thompson: Enoch? You couldn't possibly be so cruel.

Jimmy Darmody: Nucky, all I want is an opportunity.
Nucky Thompson: This is America, ain't it? Who the fuck's stopping you?

Nucky Thompson: Rest assured that dry though the country may be, I am in the midst of concluding arrangements that will keep Atlantic City wet as a mermaid's twat.
Mayor Harry Bacharach: Jeez, Nucky, you're fucking mermaids now?
'Nucky Thompson: Every vote counts, Mr. Mayor.

William McCoy: And he took the loaves and fishes, looked at his disciples and said, "Fuck it. We're going into the whiskey business".

The Ivory Tower [1.2]Edit

Arnold Rothstein: There was a man once, I don't recall his name, frequented the billiard parlors downtown. He made a comfortable living wagering whether he could swallow certain objects, billiard balls being a specialty. He'd pick a ball, take it down his gullet, to here, and regurgitate it back up. One evening, I decided to challenge this man to a wager. Ten thousand in cash for him to do the trick with a billiard ball of my choosing. Now he knew I'd seen him do this a dozen times so I can only surmise that he thought I was stupid. We laid down the cash and I handed him the cue ball. He swallowed it down, it lodged in his throat, and he choked to death on the spot. What I knew and he didn't was that the cue ball is one sixteenth of an inch larger than the other balls, just too large to swallow. Do you know what the moral of this tale is, Mr. Yale?
Frankie Yale: Don't eat a cue ball?
Arnold: The moral of the story is: If I'd cause a stranger to choke to death for my own amusement, what do you think I'll do to you if you don't tell me who ordered you to kill Collisimo?

Margaret Schroeder: Would you help me, Mr. Thompson? All I want is to provide for my children.
Nucky Thompson: I'd like to help you.
Margaret Schroeder': Then tell me what to do. What do you want from me?
Nucky Thompson: I want you to vote Republican.

Al Capone: What'll it be?
Corrigan: I'll take a whiskey and a statement on the record.

Johnny Torrio: [seeing Capone kicking Corrigan] What the fuck's going on?
Al Capone: I'm making a statement.

Broadway Limited [1.3]Edit

Nucky Thompson: The split is 80 percent-20 percent, my favor. I supply the product, your people work their magic.
Chalky White: That's a whole lot of magic for 20 percent.
Nucky Thompson: It's the same deal I gave Mickey Cusick.
Chalky White: You know that motherfucker changed his name to Doyle?
Nucky Thompson: I did.
Chalky White: Forty percent.
Nucky Thompson: What happened to 30?
Chalky White: I'll charge 10 extra for thinking I'd take the same deal as Mickey.
Nucky: I didn't know you were so sensitive.
Chalky White: As a baby's ass, motherfucker. [leaves]
Nucky Thompson: [to Eddie] What's motherfucker mean?
Eddie Kessler: I suppose it's a schvartze term.

Arnold Rothstein: There's a lot of money in that pot. Do you know how much?
Henry: Yeah, 20.
Arnold Rothstein: 22,500. How much mining equipment would you have to sell to make 22,000 bucks, Henry?
Henry: A lot. Are you in or out?
Arnold Rothstein: I'll see your two, and raise you five.
Henry: [after a moment's hesitation] Take it. I was bluffing.
Arnold Rothstein: I know. So was I.

Anastasia [1.4]Edit

Chalky White: I was born in Elgin, Texas. My daddy taught himself the carpenter trade doing for the black folk there. I tell you, anything that man put his hand to - table, chair, wedding chest - he make that wood sang. Now one day, a man, Mr. T. O. Persall come 'round. He a white man, own his own store, stable, hotel. He say to my daddy: "I hears you the finest carpenter in Elgin." My daddy tell him: "well I can't say one way or the other, but I knows a bit about somethin'." So Mr. T. O. Persall take my daddy to this house he was building. Biggest house in town. They walk in there, say: "this here gon' be the library. What you think 'bout that?" My daddy say: "Well I think you need some bookcases." "Well then, that's what I want you to make me." Ten months my daddy worked there. And when he finished, he bring me 'round. "Mr. Persall, this here my boy. I'd like to show him what I done." "Well, come on in! Through the front door!" Just like that! And we did. When I see them bookcases, all covered with scroll and flowers, baskets of fruit, little angels floatin' in the corner... that was the most beautiful thing I ever seen. About a month later, another man come 'round. "I see what you did for T. O. Can't let that old dog top me. You come 'round my house, I'll show you what I need." My daddy go with him to the edge of town. Wasn't nothin' there but six white men, twelve foot of rope, and the pepper tree they hung him from... These here my daddy's tools...
Grand Cyclops of the KKK: What are you gonna do with them?
Chalky White: Well... I ain't buildin' no bookcase...

Nights in Ballygran [1.5]Edit

Eli Thompson: The whole thing's a game isn't it? So easy for you. Well, I'll keep at it. Maybe one day I'll lie as good as you.
Nucky Thompson: It's "lie as well as me", you dolt. You wanna be taken seriously, then learn how to fuckin' speak.

Family Limitation [1.6]Edit

Nucky Thompson: Knock, goddammit!
Eddie Kessler: I did!
Nucky Thompson: Well, knock like a man!

Nucky Thompson: Jesus Christ! The fuck are you doing?
Eddie Kessler: You told me to knock in a manly fashion.
Nucky Thompson: Well leave the door on the hinges!

Al Capone: That stuff you said in front of the boys, bout me in the war; makes me look bad. That ain't how you treat a buddy.
Jimmy Darmody: Is that what we are?
Al Capone: What did you think we were?
Jimmy Darmody: Accomplices.
Al Capone: It's the same thing right?

Home [1.7]Edit

Richard Harrow: Hrrm. You want this? [brings out a book] My sister sends them to me, cause I used to enjoy 'em.
Jimmy Darmody: You don't anymore?
Richard Harrow: Hrrm. It occurred to me the basis of fiction is that people have some sort of connection with each other. Hrrm. But they don't.

Hold Me In Paradise [1.8]Edit

Senator Walter Edge: I'll make it up to you, later.
Nucky Thompson: Later, when?
Senator Walter Edge: When I'm in the White House.
Nucky Thompson: The only chance you have of entering the White House is on a guided fuckin' tour.

Belle Femme [1.9]Edit

Richard Harrow: Chalky, Mr. White, heard back from his men in Philadelphia.
Jimmy Darmody: Any sign of Them?
Richard Harrow: Mrs. D'Allesio, the mother is there, the sisters and another brother.
Jimmy Darmody: Which one?
Richard Harrow: Adrian.
Jimmy Darmody: Never heard of him.
Richard Harrow: He's a dentist. I could go there.
Jimmy Darmody: Where?
Richard Harrow: To Philadelphia.
Jimmy Darmody: There's no point. They're laying low someplace else.
Richard Harrow: I would kill the mother and the sisters. And the dentist. That would make them stick their heads up.

Arnold Rothstein: You know the nice thing about the Bronx Zoo, Charlie? There's bars between you and the monkeys.

The Emerald City [1.10]Edit

Nucky Thompson: [to Matteo D'Alessio] We've already met actually; you shot at me on the boardwalk.
Matteo D'Alessio: You've got me confused with somebody else.
Nucky Thompson: There's another dago walking around with dog shit on his face?

Nucky Thompson: Mr. Rothstein made his bed.
Jimmy Darmody: Now you fellas can die in it.
Lucien D'Alessio: [to Matteo D'Alessio] Huh, tough talk when he ain't in the room, right?
Jimmy Darmody: What did you say?
Lucien D'Alessio: Oh I'm sorry, I thought you heard me. What I said was that you, Mr. Thompson and this coon here can all go fuck each other. Right. [Jimmy draws his gun] Oh! Oh! Fuckin' tough guy, you're gonna shoot me for mouthing off?
Jimmy Darmody: I wasn't going to, but you kinda talked me into it.

Paris Green [1.11]Edit

Eli Thompson: Nobody cares about you. They just care about what you can give them. And that includes your Irish chippie, who you just handed a blank cheque!
Nucky Thompson: Y'know, it's too bad you didn't see Hardeen the other night.
Eli Thompson: What?
Nucky Thompson: It's an entertaining act, but if he wasn't Houdini's brother, nobody'd give a fuck!

Agent Nelson Van Alden: [After drowning his Jewish partner for refusing to convert to Christianity] THOU HAST FULFILLED THE JUDGEMENT OF THE WICKED!!!

A Return to Normalcy [1.12]Edit

Nucky Thompson: Gentlemen of the Fourth Estate. Tragic though it is, I need hardly remind you that the passage of the 18th Amendment has given rise to a new breed of criminals. Vicious thugs, emboldened by the promise of an easy dollar. Last January, in the woods, only a few miles from where I speak to you today, a horrible massacre occurred. Five men, bootleggers all, were cut down in cold blood by a rival gang. The suspected ringleader of the killers, Hans Schroeder, was found dead days later, caught in a fisherman's net in one of our piers. Due to the tireless work of my brother, former sheriff Eli Thompson, we have since learned the Schroeder's conspirators in this cowardly attack were a group of killers laid to Philadelphia, well-known to law enforcement as the D'Alessio brothers. I am happy to report, they are being sought for questioning as I speak. Motivated by political gain, the Democrats have argued that the incumbent administration has been rife with corruption, soft on crime. On this election eve, I submit to you this: while this heinous crime did certainly occur on the Republican watch, the apprehension of those responsible did as well. Vote for Edward Bader tomorrow, and keep our city safe. I thank you all, and God bless America!

Margaret Schroeder: There's a kindness in you. I know it. How can you do what you do?
Nucky Thompson: We all have to decide for ourselves how much sin we can live with.

Season 2Edit

21 [2.1]Edit

Nucky Thompson: [to Jimmy] Your father is a very duplicitous man. You've been told.

Mickey Doyle: Should I be concerned that there's blood on some of these crates?
Jimmy Darmody: Not unless it's yours.

Commodore Louis Kaestner: [to Jimmy] You will be judged by what you succeed at, boy, not by what you attempt.

Jimmy Darmody: [Joining Nucky on the porch outside a Klansman's funeral] An awful waste of a lot of good tablecloths.
Nucky Thompson: And the laundry bills.

Ourselves Alone [2.2]Edit

Commodore Louis Kaestner: Ask the man inside of you this: When you come face to face with destiny, do you want to be the bear or do you want to be the one holding the shotgun?

James Darmody: I won't pretend you're inclined to be warm to me. I wouldn't insult you like that, cuz before anything else, I have great respect for you, your wisdom, your achievements.
Arnold Rothstein: You're better spoken than I expected.
James Darmody: We never really talked before.
Arnold Rothstein: You and Charlie are acquainted?
James Darmody: We have someone in common [Lucky slept with James' mother and tried to murder him].
Arnold Rothstein: You hear, Charlie? Discretion. Charlie volunteered to absent himself from this meeting. He felt his presence might be disruptive, but I counseled what?
Lucky Luciano: Never let the past get in the way of the future.
James Darmody: We are all learning, Mr. Rothstein.
Arnold Rothstein: And what can I learn from you, Mr. Darmody?
James Darmody: That things are changing in Atlantic City. If you're in the market for quality liquor coming in off the beaches at a reasonable price and in good supply, I can get it for you.
Arnold Rothstein: You personally?
James Darmody: Me. My associates. I'm expanding my business and you are precisely the type of discerning customer I'm looking for.
Arnold Rothstein: And Nucky Thompson?
James Darmody: Nucky's like a father to me.
Lucky Luciano: I have a father. Barely said hello in 5 years.
James Darmody: Sorry to hear it.
Arnold Rothstein: Who are you, Mr. Darmody?
James Darmody: Pardon?
Arnold Rothstein: Y-Y-You show up well dressed with a suit cravat and a bold proposal. A year ago you were a brigand in the woods. Who are you?
James Darmody: I'm a business man, a veteran, I just got married.
Arnold Rothstein: Congratulations.
James Darmody: I have a son. He's almost 4.
Arnold Rothstein: Cart before the horse?
James Darmody: Do you have kids, Mr. Rothstein?
Arnold Rothstein: No, but I'm told they often say unexpected and amusing things. I appreciate you coming to me. I applaud your audacity. And I give you my word that your offer remains in this room.
James Darmody: What does that mean?
Lucky Luciano: I'll show you out.



Margaret Schroeder: [to Nucky] You are smarter than your enemies and you will persevere, but you aren't thinking clearly now. You must concentrate and not give over to emotion.

Leander Cephas Whitlock: [Toasting Eli] Propinate nobis similibusque. [Translation: "Here's to us and those like us - damn few left]

A Dangerous Maid [2.3]Edit

What Does the Bee Do? [2.4]Edit

[after Richard returns late from his would-be suicidal trip into the woods on Memorial Day]
Jimmy Darmody: Where were you today?
Richard Harrow: Needed to take a walk.
Jimmy Darmody: I should've gone with you.
Richard Harrow: We're both back now.
Jimmy Darmody: You up for a job tonight?
[Richard just looks at him]
Jimmy Darmody: Is there a problem, Richard?
Richard Harrow: [haltingly] Would you... fight for me?
Jimmy Darmody: [walks over to him; with intensity] Of course I would. Right down to the last bullet.
Richard Harrow: [near tears] Then let's go to work.

Gimcrack & Bunkum [2.5]Edit

Eli Thompson: You're one nasty prick!
Nucky Thompson: And you're a frightened little boy with nowhere else to go.

The Age of Reason [2.6]Edit

Eddie Kessler: Yeah, I understand. You want Schlampen.

Peg of Old [2.7]Edit

Two Boats and a Lifeguard [2.8]Edit

Nucky Thompson: [to Eli, at their father's wake] I'm here for mother, and for Susan.
Eli Thompson: They're all together now.
Nucky Thompson: Heaven? If such a thing existed, you really think that son of a bitch would be there?
Eli Thompson: [choking up] Was he that bad, Nucky? Really?
Nucky Thompson: You've obviously forgotten key events from our childhood.
Eli Thompson: I turned out OK. So did you. Whatever he did, he made us the men we are today.
Nucky Thompson: What's that?
Eli Thompson: We run this fucking town, Nucky!
Nucky Thompson: We don't run anything, brother. And he can rot in Hell.
Eli Thompson: That's you, boy, in spades. No capacity for forgiveness.
Nucky Thompson: Grow up, brother, please. And take some responsibility. At long fucking last.

Georgia Peaches [2.10]Edit

Commodore Louis Kaestner: Just... show 'em your cunt. [Jimmy looks puzzled] You heard me. Just lift up your skirt and let yourself get fucked!

[After Angela's murder, a traumatized Jimmy sits with Gillian]
Gillian Darmody: There will have to be a funeral, of course. It's important that everything look right. There won't be many people there, anyway. She didn't have a very wide circle, did she? The other one... not a local girl. They're trying to find some family. Not our concern. We'll need to consider Tommy. I told him, "Mommy went away for a few days to paint." That buys us some time. I think, tell me if I'm wrong, we'll say that she went to live with her friends in Paris, and she wants her little boy to stay here, where he'll be safe with his daddy, who works so hard, and his meemaw, who loves him so very much. And, you know what? A month from now - and I don't mean to sound cold - he won't even remember who she was...
[Enraged, Jimmy grabs her by the throat]
Jimmy Darmody: I'll remember! I'll remember! I'll remember! I'll remember!
[The Commodore attacks Jimmy, and the two fight]
Gillian Darmody: No!
[Jimmy suddenly stabs the Commodore in the gut. He pulls the knife out and stares at his father, unsure of what to do]
Gillian Darmody: Then finish it, goddamn you! Finish it!
[Jimmy stabs the commodore in the heart, killing him]

To the Lost [2.12]Edit

Eli Thompson: Hot today.
Nucky Thompson: And how 'bout those Phillies, and my own brother tried to have me killed.

Nucky Thompson: [to Jimmy, just before shooting him] You don't know me, James. You never did. I am not seeking forgiveness.

Season 3Edit

Resolution [3.1]Edit

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 Rossetti: Well, that makes sense. A chink I know tells me that '23 is the year of the pig.
Nucky Thompson: This is a business decision.
Gyp Rossetti: I come all the way down here, put up with car trouble...
George Remus: We all got the same news.
Gyp Rossetti: But we ain't all in the same fuckin' boat! I'm gettin' squeezed on all sides...
Frank Capone: [warns him in Italian]
Gyp Rossetti: Fuck you, Frank! Your fuckin' rathole bar and your fuckin' 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 Rossetti: 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 motherfucker...
Nucky Thompson: [angry but controlled] You must be tired, Mr. Rossetti. That can make a man irritable. You need some rest.
Gyp Rossetti: I need 500 cases of rum.
Nucky Thompson: You and your men, my guests at the Ritz.
Gyp Rossetti: You think I can't float my own hotel room?
Nucky Thompson: I'm making a goodwill gesture. Accept it or not.
Gyp Rossetti: How about I make one to you?
Owen Sleater: You'll not do it here.
Gyp Rossetti: 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.

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