Rocco: Fuckin'- What the fuckin'. Fuck. Who the fuck fucked this fucking... How did you two fucking fucks... [shouts] Rocco: Fuck! Connor: Well, that certainly illustrates the diversity of the word.
Murphy: And Shepherds we shall be For Thee my Lord, for Thee Power hath descended forth from Thy hand Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee And teeming with souls shall it ever be. In Nomine Patri, Et Fil...
Doc: You know what they say: People in glass houses sink sh-sh-ships. Rocco: Doc, I gotta buy you, like, a proverb book or something. This mix'n'match shit's gotta go. Doc: What? Connor: A penny saved is worth two in the bush, isn't it? Murphy: And d...
Monsignor: And I am reminded, on this holy day, of the sad story of Kitty Genovese. As you all may remember, a long time ago, almost thirty years ago, this poor soul cried out for help time and time again, but no person answered her calls. Though man...
Ivan Checkov: I am Ivan Checkov, and you will be closing now. Murphy: Checkov? Well, this here's McCoy. We find a Spock, we got us an away team.
[after Smecker gets a phone call in bed with his gay lover and slaps him] Paul Smecker: What are you doing? Hojo: I just wanted to cuddle. Paul Smecker: Cuddle? What a fag.
Doc: Why don't you make like a tree, and get the fuck outta here?
Connor: Jeez! It's a fuckin' six-shooter. Fuck! Murphy: There's nine bodies, genius. Connor: What the fuck were you gonna do, laugh the last three to death, Funny-Man?
Connor: [picking out weapons and gear] Do ya know what we need, man? Some rope. Murphy: Absolutely. What are ya, insane? Connor: No I ain't. Charlie Bronson's always got rope. Murphy: What? Connor: Yeah. He's got a lot of rope strapped around him in ...
Rocco: [shouts] Fuck it! There's so much shit that pisses me off! You guys should recruit, 'cause I'm sick and fucking tired of walking down the street, waiting for one of these crack-piping, ass-wiping, motherless lowlifes to get me! Murphy: Hallelu...
Connor: We haven't really got a system of deciding who, Roc. It's, uh... Rocco: Me! *Me*! I'm the guy! I know everyone! Their habits, who they hang out with, who they talk to! I've got phone numbers, addresses! I know who they're fucking! I know wher...
The Priest: Would they ever harm an innocent person for any reason? [of Rocco, who's holding him at gunpoint] Paul Smecker: No, they would never do that. Well, the two Irish guys wouldn't, the Italian guy, he might, he's kind of an idiot.
Il Duce: Never shall innocent blood be shed, yet the blood of the wicked shall flow like a river. The Three shall spread their blackened wings and be the vengeful striking hammer of God.
Paul Smecker: They exited out the front door. They had no idea what they were in for. Now they're staring at six men with guns drawn. It was a fucking ambush. [they exit the house to find Il Duce, one man with six guns] Paul Smecker: This was a fucki...
Murphy: Yeah, it's St. Paddy's Day, everyone's Irish tonight. Why don't you just pull up a stool and have a drink with us?
Rocco: They can suck my pathetic little dick, and I'll dip my nuts in marinara sauce just so the fat bastards can get a taste of home while they're at it.
[after Rocco accidentally turns a cat into a splatter on the wall] Murphy: I can't believe that just fucking happened! Rocco: Is it dead?
