Adriana La Cerva: Let's be honest. What's our future here, Christopher? You...you could end up in jail or something horrible could happen.
Christopher Moltisanti: Fuckin' negative shit. Stop with that.
Adriana La Cerva: Somebody could have it in for you. You wouldn't know.
Christopher Moltisanti: Who?!
Adriana La Cerva: I don't know.
Christopher Moltisanti: What the fuck kind of shit is this? Who told you that?
Adriana La Cerva: Nobody.
Christopher Moltisanti: Fuckin' negative shit coming out of your mouth! I had that fuckin' bird watching me when I got made. I'm already under a what-do-you-call-it, possibly. So stop with that.
Adriana La Cerva: I worry about you, that's all. I love you so much.
Christopher Moltisanti: So if you love me, stir my eggs okay?
Janice Soprano: Bobby...my uncle loves you. He needs you. So you're gonna get up tomorrow morning, and you're gonna get dressed. And you're gonna get in that car and you're gonna do what needs to be done, aren't you?
Bobby Baccilieri: You're Teddy Genaretti, aren't ya? The shop steward for local one eighty four?
Teddy Genaretti: Guilty. You a joint fitter?
Bartender: What can I get you?
Bobby Baccilieri: Wild Turkey neat. I saw your Caravan in the lot. It's a nice car for a family.
Teddy Genaretti: Do I know you?
Bobby Baccilieri: Jim Blake.
Teddy Genaretti: What local you in?
Bobby Baccilieri: Bad back. It's just that I follow these things, you know, this election coming up. Dick Hoffman for president? I heard he's got one eighty four's vote. I think it's a mistake.
Teddy Genaretti: Pension's been ripped off for the last twenty five years.
Bobby Baccilieri: Hey, I'm sure you guys got grievances, but Dick Hoffman? What do you owe this guy? It's all talk. He's out of touch with reality, Dick. You think if push came to shove he'd give a fuck about you?
Teddy Genaretti: I know what you're trying to do.
Bobby Baccilieri: You look like a smart guy. I can see why your local puts their faith in you to do the right thing. I'm just saying, if it was me? I got kids that depend on me, like yourself. And to waste my votes on somebody like Dick Hoffman? I might as well put a bullet in my head, here, here and here. (pointing at his head)
Agent Dwight Harris: Here's what's problematic. You don't even know where your boyfriend is half the time, so how do you know if he's in trouble or not? He's into heroin, organized crime, he's associating with some very dangerous people...not to mention Tony Soprano himself.
Adriana La Cerva: See, that's where you're wrong. Tony would never let anything happen to Christopher. They're cousins, he loves him.
Tony Soprano: Did you ever know anybody that uh...ever committed suicide?
Janice Soprano: Plenty. I used to live in Seattle, Tony.
Artie Bucco: The cobwebs are now removed.
Tony Soprano: The fuck are ya talkin' about?!
Artie Bucco: You saw this whole thing, didn't you? You knew exactly what was gonna happen. You can see twenty moves down the road. Please...I don't blame you, I envy you. It's like an instinct, like a hawk sees a little mouse movin' around a corn field from a mile up.
Tony Soprano: You think it's my fault you're fuckin' lyin' in here?
Artie Bucco: It's just that somebody mentions fifty grand, to bankroll a French digestif, and your mind goes through all the permutations at like, internet speed and realizes, "Oh, worst case scenario, I eat for free."
Tony Soprano: You fuckin' suicide. You're disgraceful!
Artie Bucco: I'm sorry.
Tony Soprano: Nah, fuck that!!! Does anybody else know it was me that loaned you the money?
Artie Bucco: Like who?
Tony Soprano: Like who? I don't give a fuck who. Adriana, Father Intintola, my wife...anybody? (Artie nods no) Alright...ya...ya...ya got mugged. Outside o' yer house. It was a street crime. Kids, they took yer wallet and yer watch. Where are they?
Artie Bucco: Why?
Tony Soprano: Come on! (Tony takes Artie's belongings) Why? You don't care what people think. Well, I do. Enough people hate me! You fought back. They ripped yer earrin' outta yer ear, you were bleedin', you went inside yer house, you...you took a bunch o' pills to kill the pain 'cuz you knew you'd have to wait at the emergency room for a couple o' hours.
Artie Bucco: Ton', they pumped my stomach, they saw the almanac.
Tony Soprano: You got fuckin' mugged. Do you understand me? I didn't loan you shit!
Jean-Philippe Colbert: Oh...it's you. Hello. Come in.
Artie Bucco: Jean-Philippe, yer home. Qu'est-ce que c'est, man? Message machine broken?
Jean-Philippe Colbert: l'm sorry, I...l've been wishing to call you...I...
Artie Bucco: Nice crib. You were supposed to give me my money two days ago.
Jean-Philippe Colbert: I know. Credit Lyonnais, they didn't come through with the second round of financing yet. My partners are sick about it.
Artie Bucco: Well, that's not my problem Jean-Philippe, I want my money.
Jean-Philippe Colbert: I just told you. I don't have it.
Artie Bucco: Well, when are you gonna get it?
Jean-Philippe Colbert: I don't know okay. I don't know. Doesn't look too good.
Artie Bucco: Whoah...whoah...whoah...whoah...what does that...what does that mean?!
Jean-Philippe Colbert: I mean, I don't know if its going to happen alright. They...they were not convinced we are a business model. They didn't agree there was as much potential for almanac. The problem has been it seems that people cannot figure out how to market almanac. The hip approach like with Stoli, fails.
Artie Bucco: You said it was the next vodka!!!
Jean-Philippe Colbert: Hey, so we are big boys, we must move on.
Artie Bucco: Frog eatin' fuckin' faggia di cazz'.
Jean-Philippe Colbert: What did you say?
Artie Bucco: I said I want my money!!
Jean-Philippe Colbert: Are you stupid? That money spent. Operating expenses, notaires, travel.
Artie Bucco: No. You have my fifty thousand dollars.
Jean-Philippe Colbert: It's business. It's a risk.
Artie Bucco: I have a daughter who needs braces.
Jean-Philippe Colbert: Listen to me, I don't have it right now.
Artie Bucco: You fuckin' French fuckin' lyin' cocksucka!!! (Artie starts to fight with Jean-Philippe)
Jean-Philippe Colbert: Fuck to your mother! Sale rital... (Jean-Philippe rips off Artie's earring)
Artie Bucco: My earrin'!! You ripped my fuckin' ear!
Jean-Philippe Colbert: Du con.
Artie Bucco: Ow! I want my money.
Jean-Philippe Colbert: Fuck you. If I see you again, I'll kill you. (Jean-Philippe throws Artie out.)
Artie Bucco: (Talking to himself in the mirror) Oh! Jean-Philippe! Yer home. I called ya five times. Qu'est-ce Que C'est?...Message machine broken? Nice crib. Whazzat uh...Berber carpet? Those, uh... fuckin' shoes you wear, what are they, uh... designer? Hmm? You fuckin' avoiding' me mother fucker? Where’s my money? Oh, what are you gonna cry now, Huh? Stand up you frog–eating Faccia de Gatz'. I will fuck you up!
Tony Soprano: So, over the next couple of years, more and more, I'm gonna be givin' my orders through you and then finally...only through you.
Christopher Moltisanti: But what about Sil, you got that with him...and Paulie.
Tony Soprano: Those other guys, Sil...Paulie, there's one thing they're not...they're not my blood. You hear what I'm sayin' to you. It's a matter of trust.
Ralph Cifaretto: I like my drinks with extra olives. You should know how your regular customers like their drinks.
Adriana La Cerva: My regular customers are the ones who pay.
Janice Soprano: Three thousand dollars.
Tony Soprano: How'd you come up with that figure?
Janice Soprano: It's a number that I thought you'd say yes to.
Tony Soprano: You thought right.
Janice Soprano: So, what have you heard?
Tony Soprano: You pay me three thousand dollars, I'll answer your questions.
Janice Soprano: He bottoms from the top.
Tony Soprano: I don't even know what that means...
Janice Soprano: Means...he has to control things but he pretends he doesn't. Like he'd make me fuck him with a strap on and call him my bitch...shit like that.
Tony Soprano: What about plain old fuckin'?
Janice Soprano: I'm tellin' you, he can't get hard that way, and if he could, I don't think that he'd want to.
Valentina La Paz: Like last night, I just wanted him to fuck me, just so I could get back at you, but all he wanted me to do was drip candle wax on his balls and then he went into the bathroom and jerked himself off...now I don't call that having sex with someone.
Valentina La Paz: Besides, it's good luck.
Ralph Cifaretto: What?
Valentina La Paz: It's good luck to step in horse shit. Ask any horse person.
Lois Pettit: It's true.
Ralph Cifaretto: Then why aren't you people walkin' around all day lookin' for piles o' horse shit to stomp around in?
Lois Pettit: It only works if it's an accident.
Ralph Cifaretto: Fuckin' sick, all o' yous. Fucko, where's the hose?
Paulie Walnuts: I don't understand. When I was a kid, you two were old ladies. Now I'm old, and you two are still old.
Ralph Cifaretto: Hi, this is Detective Mike Hunt, Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania police department. You have a son Peter Paul?
Nucci Gaultieri: Oh, my God! What happened?
Ralph Cifaretto: He's alright, ma'am, but I'm afraid he's in a little trouble. We found him in a public men's room in Lafayette Park. I don't know how to put this delicately...he was sucking a cub scout's dick.
Nucci Gaultieri: What? No, it's a mistake.
Ralph Cifaretto: Ma'am, I wish that was all, uh, but I'm afraid we had to have emergency surgery performed upon arrival at headquarters, after discovery of a small rodent in the rectal passage.
Nucci Gaultieri: OH, MY GOD!
Ralph Cifaretto: A gerbil, ma'am. Uh, the county does not cover medical procedures deemed caused by criminal sexual activity. Section four, paragraph fifteen. We'll need an insurance number.
Nucci Gaultieri: Oh, Madonn'! I have Blue Cross, Blue Shield. Is that all right?
Ralph Cifaretto: Ma...Ma'am, c-could you hold on for one second, I have the hospital on the other line. (Ralph hangs up and laughs)
Tony Soprano: Jesus Christ, you did it! You cooked that fuckin' horse alive!!!
Ralph Cifaretto: No, I did not! But so what?!
Tony Soprano: So what?!
Ralph Cifaretto: It was a fuckin' animal! A hundred grand a piece. My kid's in the fuckin' hospital! I don't hear you complainin' when I bring you a nice fat envelope. You don't give a shit where that comes from! Don't give me that look. It was a fuckin' horse! What are you, a vegetarian? You eat beef and sausage by the fuckin' carload.
Ralph Cifaretto: Hadda be Paulie told Johnny...
Eugene Pontecorvo: You think so?
Ralph Cifaretto: He hates my success...thinkin' about that birthday dinner...who was there when I told the Ginny Sack joke?
Vito Spatafore: Not Paulie. I remember Albert sayin' he didn't get a gift.
Ralph Cifaretto: It was little Paulie, the witless fuckin' nephew. He told Paulie, Paulie tells Johnny. Fuckin' telephone game like high-school girls! Wanna play phone games? That party was the only time I ever mentioned Shamu's fat ass.
Christopher Moltisanti: (shocked at Ralph's wig) Ahhh! Holy shit! I had no idea. Did you?
Tony Soprano: 'Course I did. You're so high on scag, you wouldn't know if he had your mother's muff on his head.
Christopher Moltisanti: (about Ralph) That poor fuckin' guy...
Paulie Walnuts: Fuck him and his alligator tears.
Tony Soprano: Paulie, his kid's in the hospital. A little fuckin' sympathy, huh?
Paulie Walnuts: That gives him a pass? I don't care if he's got a hundred kids in the ICU with arrows in their heads...he's a piece o' shit. You know it, and I know it.
Tony Soprano: Shut the fuck up and listen ta me. You're my nephew Christopher and I love you, and that's the only reason you're alive right now. If it were anybody else, anybody, they woulda had their fuckin' intervention right through the back o' their head.
Christopher Moltisanti: What the fuck! What's goin' on?
Tony Soprano: Have a seat.
Dominic Palladino: Christopher, hey! I'm Dominic. I know you don't know me, but uh...
Christopher Moltisanti: Yeah, you're the guy who...uh broke into Stew Leonard's that time, you stole all those pork loins.
Dominic Palladino: Yeah, but that's not why I'm here today. Christopher, we're here to talk about your drug problem.
Christopher Moltisanti: What?! Jesus Christ, you fuckin' kiddin' me!?
Adriana La Cerva: Sorry, baby, please.
Christopher Moltisanti: No, fuck this shit.
Paulie Walnuts: You been told once...now sit down!
Tony Soprano: Sit down!
Christopher Moltisanti: Ma!? Jesus!
Dominic Palladino: Christopher, this won't be easy for any of us, but I want you to know that we're here today because we care about you.
Christopher Moltisanti: What was this, your idea?
Dominic Palladino: All we ask is that you listen. Adriana, you wanna begin?
Adriana La Cerva: Christopher, I love you very much, my only dream is that we have a happy life together. The last few months things have got very bad with us because of you using drugs all the time. Yer high all the time and I can't take it.
Dominic Palladino: Be specific hon.
Adriana La Cerva: When we first started goin' out, we made love all the time, now because of the drugs-
Christopher Moltisanti: Jesus, is this fuckin' necessary?
Dominic Palladino: Go ahead Adriana.
Adriana La Cerva: You can no longer function as a man. Last week when I came home to learn that you had killed our dog, that was the final straw.
Tony Soprano: Whoah...whoah...whoah...whoah...whoah...whoah...you killed the dog? What'd you do that for?
Christopher Moltisanti: It was an accident.
Paulie Walnuts: What was it, barkin'?
Adriana La Cerva: He sat on it while he was high. (crying)
Tony Soprano: Ah, Jesus Christ!!!
Christopher Moltisanti: I fell asleep...she got suffocated or somethin'.
Dominic Palladino: Are you done Adriana? Alright. Silvio.
Tony Soprano: You killed little Cosette! I oughta suffocate you, you little prick!!!
Dominic Palladino: Tony, we're going in order, Silvio.
Silvio Dante: When I came in to open up one morning, there you were with your head half in the toilet. Your hair was in the toilet water. Disgusting.
Christopher Moltisanti: I told you I had the flu!
Silvio Dante: I said my piece Chrissy!
Christopher Moltisanti: Great! I can't even defend myself now?
Dominic Palladino: No one's attacking you Chris.
Tony Soprano: Look, it doesn't change anything! But I can verify that he was sick for a little while. Still, this thing with the dog. How could you not see it on a chair?!!!
Dominic Palladino: You're getting emotional Tony.
Tony Soprano: That's 'cuz I know what it's like to lose a pet!
Carmela Soprano: I happen to know that you were high at my mother in law's wake. You were talking nonstop for twenty minutes...nothing but gibberish.
Tony Soprano: My mother's wake! Jesus Christ...
Dominic Palladino: Paul. You wanna read your statement?
Paulie Walnuts: I don't write nuthin' down, so I'll keep this short and sweet. You're weak, you're outta control, and you've become an embarrassment to yerself and everybody else.
Paulie Walnuts: Fuck that! Let 'im take his medicine!
Christopher Moltisanti: Seriously Paulie, you wanna talk about fuckin' up?
Paulie Walnuts: Watch it Chrissy!
Christopher Moltisanti: What, I thought we're bein' honest here! You got some balls you know that? All o' you. You wanna talk about self control. How 'bout you Sil? Fuckin' every slut you got workin' in the place when you got a wife and kids at home?
Dominic Palladino: Guys, guys!! Whoah...whoah!
Adriana La Cerva: Christopher!!!
Christopher Moltisanti: Or you Paulie!! Yeah, remember last winter in the woods with the Russian guy...
Tony Soprano: Christopher, I am fuckin' warnin' you!!!
Christopher Moltisanti: There he goes, Mr. Type "A" Personality!
Tony Soprano: We are here to talk about you killing yourself with drugs, not my fuckin' personality!
Dominic Palladino: That's right...
Christopher Moltisanti: I'm gonna kill myself?! The way you fuckin' eat, you're gonna have a heart attack by the time yer fifty! (Paulie gets up and grabs Chris by the shirt)
Christopher Moltisanti: Great, my own mother. Fuck you, ya fuckin' whore! (Paulie punches Chris in the face slamming him into the ground and Silvio and Benny beat up on Christopher while he is on the floor)
Uncle Junior: Me with the competency hearings, you with the head shrinkers, this one in rehab now.
Drug Dealer: Whaddya want around here?
Christopher Moltisanti: Can you do an eighth of scag?
Drug Dealer: Five hundred.
Christopher Moltisanti: Alright, wrap it up.
Drug Dealer: (pulls his gun out) The fuck out the car bitch!
Christopher Moltisanti: Motherfucka! You know who I am?
Thug: Who the fuck is this?
Christopher Moltisanti: Do you know who the fuck I'm with?
Drug Dealer: You ain't no fuckin' cop, that's fer sure.
Thug: Ha ha. (One thug pulls Chris's gun away from him and another thug jacks Chris's car)
Drug Dealer: Fuck you gonna do with that bitch?
Christopher Moltisanti: Stick it up your mother's twat!
Adriana La Cerva: Where's the dog? Oh my God. Cosette?
Christopher Moltisanti: What?
Adriana La Cerva: Christopher, she's not breathing...her neck feels broken.
Christopher Moltisanti: The fuck?
Adriana La Cerva: Oh my God! She's dead.
Christopher Moltisanti: I fell asleep.
Adriana La Cerva: What?
Christopher Moltisanti: She musta crawled under there fer warmth.
Adriana La Cerva: Are you fuckin' crazy? You fuckin' killed her.
Christopher Moltisanti: I didn't kill her. I musta sat on her.
Adriana La Cerva: Oh Jesus, Oh my poor baby.
Christopher Moltisanti: I'm sorry, it was an accident fer chrissake. How long I've been sayin' she shouldn't be on the furniture.
Adriana La Cerva: It's 'cuz you were fuckin' high Christopher. You and your fuckin' smack fuck lifestyle.
Bobby Baccilieri: Got home tonight, kids were kind o' quiet. Then bedtime, all hell broke loose, cryin', wouldn't be left alone! Sophia especially. They've been playin' with that goddamn Ouija board again.
Janice Soprano: Oh no.
Bobby Baccilieri: They've been tryin' to contact Karen. What?
Janice Soprano: I don't know what to say Bobby. I came over this afternoon with some pound cake.
Bobby Baccilieri: I saw it.
Janice Soprano: I heard them in his room with that Ouija board...I thought...this is not good. But then after the other night, I didn't wanna overstep my bounds.
Bobby Baccilieri: It's my fault.
Janice Soprano: Hey, you're under a lot of stress. You're a single dad.
Bobby Baccilieri: No, you were right...it's bad for them, it's unwholesome.
Janice Soprano: You want me to go up?
Bobby Baccilieri: I think they're asleep. Finally. I had to read to Sophia for like, an hour. She couldn't even handle a "Nancy Drew." It was too mysterious.
Carmela Soprano: You know how much little Bobby likes you.
Anthony Junior: What am I, daycare?
Janice Soprano: You went to the cemetery today, didn't you?
Bobby Baccilieri: How do you know?
Janice Soprano: 'Cuz you got cemetery mud on your shoes.
Bobby Baccilieri: Mud? What are you, Marge Higenbrinder now? What do you know about the mud? You been spyin' on me? What, I can't go to the cemetery? I gotta get permission from you?
Tony Soprano: The old guys were different. Men in the front. Wives in the back.
Dr. Jennifer Melfi: You like that arrangement.
Tony Soprano: Actually, I think the wives should ride in a little cart, behind the car...like in the cartoons. Like behind Noah's ark, there's a little boat with the skunks.
Dr. Jennifer Melfi: So wives are skunks?
Tony Soprano: Ah, Jesus fuckin' Christ! It's a fuckin' joke. Does it have to be like a cancer hospital in here?
Dr. Jennifer Melfi: But Carmela is in control in the dream...
Tony Soprano: Why, cuz she's drivin'?
Tony Soprano: Jesus Christ! The money I've been droppin' in here, I could've bought a fuckin' Ferrari. At least I would've got a blowjob outta that.
Tony Soprano: Ya hear that? Anybody bothers her he'll knock their teeth out, then he can put 'em back in, too.
Prosecutor: Ladies and gentlemen, Corrado Soprano is not some harmless old man being persecuted by the government but a ruthless and calculating mob boss who controls a vast criminal enterprise. Over the past few months, you've heard from FBI agents who have documented clandestine meetings at his doctor's offices. Tales of bid rigging, sweetheart deals, secret payoffs, and even murder. No, Corrado Soprano is not some harmless old man, but a killer who orders up murder like you and I order up coffee.
Carmela Soprano: The last year, I have been dreaming and fantasizing and in love with Furio.
Tony Soprano: (laughing) he..ha...what?
Carmela Soprano: Every morning when he'd come to pick you up, I would look forward to it all night long in bed, next to you. Those nights when you were actually in the bed. And he would ring the doorbell, I felt like my heart would come out of my chest. He would smile, and we'd talk, and then you would come down the stairs. And I felt probably like someone who was terminally ill and somehow they managed to forget it for a minute. And then it all comes back!