Once Upon a Time in America (1984)
William Forsythe: Cockeye
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Quotes
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Noodles : Let's go for a swim...
[accelerates the car down the pier]
Max : All right, what are you doing?
Philip 'Cockeye' Stein : Hey, Noodles... Don't fuck around, Noodles!
Max : Noodles, what are you doing?
Patrick 'Patsy' Goldberg : HEY! You crazy?
[Noodles drives the car off the pier into the water]
Max : SHIT! ASSHOLE! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DID THIS!
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[after switching Aiello's baby boy]
Max : So?
Noodles : We got a deal.
Max : To a very smooth talker.
[the gang cheers]
Noodles : Where's that switch list?
Patrick 'Patsy' Goldberg : The switch list?
Noodles : Yeah.
Patrick 'Patsy' Goldberg : I can't find it.
Max : What?
Patrick 'Patsy' Goldberg : I can't find it!
Noodles : What'd you do with it?
Patrick 'Patsy' Goldberg : I think I dumped it.
Max : What a yutz!
Noodles : Oh, Pat...
Patrick 'Patsy' Goldberg : Wait a minute, listen... Listen, Noodles. Noodles, wait, I remember... the boys' numbers was odd... even! And the girls' was odd!
Philip 'Cockeye' Stein : [sardonic] You took good stock.
Noodles : Hey, let's give him an even number. Eight... let's pick an eight.
Patrick 'Patsy' Goldberg : Eight... yeah, it's a good number.
Philip 'Cockeye' Stein : Wait, what about the other pischers?
Max : We're better than fate. Some we give the good life, others we give it up the ass.
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Patrick 'Patsy' Goldberg : Hey, Noodles, get a load of this... Hey, scotch heating!
Philip 'Cockeye' Stein : Yeah, a buck a cup.
Noodles : A buck a cup?
Max : Yeah!
Noodles : How much's it cost us?
Max : Costing us? A dime, including overhead!
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Patrick 'Patsy' Goldberg : Let's talk to her...
[the gang chats up Carol]
Patrick 'Patsy' Goldberg : So you left Detroit, huh?
Peggy : Her and her husband just come in on weekends.
Philip 'Cockeye' Stein : Yeah. Beats the seashore.
Peggy : She takes on guys while her hubby watches through the peephole.
Philip 'Cockeye' Stein : Beats the hell out of the movies!
Patrick 'Patsy' Goldberg : I wonder what that jerk is up to in his cubbyhole?
Noodles : He must be wondering "Where is his fucking wife?"
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Max : While you were on vacation, we were working overtime. The union paid off. That's your share.
Philip 'Cockeye' Stein : Yeah. Even that geek, you know, Jimmy "Clean Hands," he respects us. I shed a little blood for the cause.
Fat Moe : [handing newspapers to Noodles] Here, it's all in the papers. Morning Telegraph, they didn't like it, it says, "Underworld joins strikers in brutal battle." But the Post, they liked it: "Ends justify means in decisive gangland encounter." And they kvetched about the Atlantic City job.
Philip 'Cockeye' Stein : Newspaper guys never know what the fuck they want.
Noodles : Well, you could have looked for me.
Max : We did. Cockeye found you at the Chink's, so doped up you didn't even recognize him.
Philip 'Cockeye' Stein : There you were. You called me "Deborah."
Noodles : Go fuck yourself! Mind your own business!
Max : We do our business TOGETHER, and broads do NOT get in the way... and you know it!
Noodles : Yeah?
Max : Yeah!
Noodles : [indicating Carol] What's SHE doing here? It ain't Saturday. She should be screwing in Detroit.
Carol : Well, she's screwing HERE now - and ONLY with Max!
Noodles : Oh, yeah? With her husband peeping through?
Carol : No, I left him.
Noodles : You live with her and you tell ME not to mess with broads...
Max : You forget one thing.
Noodles : What?
Max : I don't give a fuck about her!
Carol : Max...
Max : Shut up! Shut up!
Noodles : Hey, Maxie, tell me something. What'll you spend your honeymoon on, a cathouse?
Max : Shut the fuck up! Shut up! Just shut up! You want me to dump her? You want me to kick her fucking ass out of here? Want me to kick her ass out or what? You want me to kick...? Get the fuck out! Get the fuck out! Get out! Gonna tell me I don't have a way with women?
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Sharkey : You boys got yourself a real martyr for a friend. Make it work for you.
Patrick 'Patsy' Goldberg : Yeah, but what are we going to do with a martyr?
Sharkey : Times change. Prohibition won't last much longer. Take it from me, a lot of you will be out of work.
Max : Go on, Mr. Sharkey. We're interested.
Sharkey : You ever think of setting yourselves up in business? All those trucks used to haul liquor, soon be selling them for nothing. I'm talking about hundreds of vehicles controlled by a national organization. And supported by a powerful union headed by Jimmy. Whatever you ask, there's no way he can turn you down.
Philip 'Cockeye' Stein : You gotta be kidding, Sharkey! Jimmy "Clean Hands" in business with US?
Sharkey : They won't be clean for long, with the hands he'll shake. Everything in good time.
Noodles : We're not interested.
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James Conway O'Donnell : Who are you? Who's paying you?
Philip 'Cockeye' Stein : I think this is gonna piss you off, Mac. I think it's those dirty politician friends of yours.
James Conway O'Donnell : Yeah? Well, you crawl back and tell 'em we don't want you in with us. Our fight's got nothing to do with liquor and prostitution and dope.
Max : Well, you'd better get used to the idea, pal. This country is still growing up. Certain diseases it's better to have when you're still young.
James Conway O'Donnell : You boys ain't a mild case of the measles. You're the plague.
[points at Crowning]
James Conway O'Donnell : And bastards like HIM are immune. That's the difference between us and them!
[Noodles puts Jimmy's coat on him, making him flinch]
Noodles : Take it easy! The difference is, they're always gonna win. And you're gonna keep gettin' it up the ass.
Crowning : Sooner than you think.
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Patrick 'Patsy' Goldberg : [Patsy and Max have Crowning at gunpoint and are trying to get Chicken Joe and Willie the Ape to release O'Donnell] Just swapping prisoners.
Philip 'Cockeye' Stein : Fair trade, huh, chickenhead?
[Chicken Joe turns and sees Cockeye and Noodles standing to his right]
Philip 'Cockeye' Stein : Union boy over here, for Mister Boss Man.
Chicken Joe : Well, look who's here - Fat Moe's boneyard boys!
Max : Which reminds me... how's that cancer in your gut comin' along, Chicken Joe?
