The Pope of Greenwich Village (1984)

Eric Roberts: Paulie

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• Paulie : Charlie! They took my thumb!

• Paulie : The cop shit his pants! Hey, hey, the cop shit his pants!

• Paulie : Murder rap? Nobody came within twenty feet of that yo-yo. He dived into that hole like a fucking gopher!

• Paulie : Nicky don't go for spit. 'Nose' still shines his own shoes, pop. I don't call that success.

  Paulie's Father : Oh yeah? And what do you call it?

  Paulie : Knowin' how to spend it. I never ordered a Brandy in my life that wasn't Cordon Bleu... I took two-hundred from shylocks, pop, to see Sinatra at the Garden? Sat two seats away from Tony Bennett. That's success!

• Paulie : Cut that out you Argentine degenerate! That's my brother's place you're robbin' there. This ain't some filthy little jail in Caracas, this is A-mer-i-ca!

• Paulie : [Making himself a very large sandwich at an outdoor table] 

  Charlie : You know, you ought to get a permit.

  Paulie : A permit? For what?

  Charlie : To shit in the street. You eat like a horse!

• Paulie : Horses ain't like people, man, they can't make themselves better than they're born. See, with a horse, it's all in the gene. It's the fucking gene that does the running. The horse has got absolutely nothing to do with it.

• Ginty : [Paulie runs into the bar as the summons man heads back towards the mens room]  Hey I know you! You're the guy...

  Paulie : Yeah, I'm the guy who got his car fuckin' towed... and you're Kinty.

  Ginty : Ginty.

  Paulie : What'd I say

  [starts emptying a powder pack into a glass] 

  Ginty : Good God, Lad! you're not poisoning the man!

  Paulie : Nah. It's horse physic - here, pour the ginger ale, man. It's what they give horses when they can't shit.

  Ginty : How much do they give a horse that can't shit?

  Paulie : One. One of these will bust a block of concrete

  Ginty : Does it work fast?

  Paulie : It ain't slow...

• Paulie : [Going over the racing form with Charlie at the track]  And if you see a "G" that means gelding. That's when they whack the horse's dick off. Ba-Boom, it's just a memory, man.

  Charlie : Balls! Balls!

  Paulie : Balls, dick, everything, man.

  Charlie : No, they whack the balls. They whack his balls off. They don't whack his dick!

• Charlie : I didn't do anything, Paulie. I didn't hit her. I didn't do nothin'.

  Paulie : You can't do that man. I mean you don't abuse 'em once in a while they'll shit all over you. I don't mean you walk around morning to night whackin' 'em upside the head like someone from the other side but you terrorize 'em once in a while just to keep 'em in line. Know what I mean?

• Paulie : Aw man, another two-hundred dollar a week hard-on lookin' to shit on anyone was drivin' a Coupe deVille.

• Paulie : Hey Barney, Don't eat that crap! this guy's selling instant hepatitis!

• Jimmy the Cheese Man : Waiting tables is what you know. Making cheese is what I know. Let's stay with what we know here.

  Paulie : You know about making cheese? Not for nothin', Jimmy, but my mother sent me over a hunk of mozzarella from your place last week, it was no big bargain. Tough, that mozzarella and it ain't the first time I've noticed it either, your mozzarella's tough sometimes.

• Paulie : The Bed Bug took my thumb.

• Paulie : Johnnie Black, Rocks