Michael Badalucco: Arty

Quotes 

• Arty : You better think this through. I am not some fucking soldier you pull off the street.

  The Confessor : You wanna explain why you were wearing a wire?

  Arty : I don't have to tell you shit.

  Eddie : You're a fuckin' rat, man, a fuckin' rat. You know what happens to rats, huh?

  The Confessor : Answer the question.

  Arty : Fuck you. Something happens to me, there will be retribution. My people will hunt you down and...

  The Confessor : Your people sent us!

  Eddie : How much the feds know about Jimmy Reglesi?

  Arty : Reglesi sent you? He couldn't do better than a stupid mick and a strung-out junkie?

  Eddie : Hey, hey, hey, watch your fucking mouth. Watch it.

  Arty : Look at him, he's jonesing

  Eddie : Hey, I said shut the fuck up.

  Arty : All that crap in your veins make you feel brave, tough guy?

  Eddie : [drawing a gun]  I will shoot you in the fucking face, you piece of shit!

  The Confessor : [stopping him]  Whoa. We want answers, you understand that? You don't do a fucking thing until I get those answers, you understand me?

• Arty : You should tell your friend that maybe he'd better...

  The Confessor : [whacking him with a crowbar]  I was hoping you'd be smart enough to just answer my questions, but clearly, you are too fucking stupid.

  Arty : [spitting at him]  Fuck you!

  The Confessor : Fuck me? Fuck you!

  [whacking him with the crowbar again] 

  The Confessor : Why were you wearing a wire? Why were you wearing a fucking wire?

  Arty : They busted me moving a serious amount of coke.

  The Confessor : Who? WHO?

  Arty : The FBI. It was either this or 20 years. I can't do 20 years. I asked Reglesi a few questions, business stuff. That's when he got suspicious. But... I was playing them. I made sure. I didn't ask him anything incriminating.

  Eddie : Yeah, well, you know what? With you gone, those tapes don't mean jack shit. Without you, you could be talking to anybody.

  Arty : I'm telling you... they got nothing. Come on, fellas... maybe we can come to an understanding.

  The Confessor : [privately to Eddie]  He's telling the truth. He's all yours.

• Arty : Pull that trigger, you're a dead man.

  Eddie : Shut the fuck up.

  Arty : You don't take out a made man and live. Fuck you!

  Eddie : Shut it!

  Arty : Fuck you! You're a fucking loser. Do it! Go ahead! Go ahead!

  [seeing Eddie hesitate, the Confessor kills Arty himself] 

  Eddie : What the fuck, man? I was just about to fuckin' do it!

  The Confessor : Yeah, like all the others.

  Eddie : The fuck are you supposed to mean by that?

  The Confessor : Nothing.

  Eddie : You better not be saying what I think you're saying. I'm not the kind of guy you wanna fuck with.

  The Confessor : Can we go now?