Sonny: Goddamn FBI don't respect nothin'.
Clemenza: Paulie, pull over, I gotta take a leak.
Henry Hill: Now take me to jail.
[first lines] Henry Hill: The fuck is that?
Ned: Phil? Phil: Ned? [Punches Ned in the face]
Phil: I'm a god. Rita: You're God? Phil: I'm a god. I'm not *the* God... I don't think.
Phil: Can I have another one of these with some booze in it?
Nurse: Sometimes, people just die. Phil: Not today.
Rita: Three hundred and thirty-nine dollars and eighty-eight cents!
Christina Drayton: I don't think I'm going to faint, but I'll sit down anyway.
Matt Drayton: [to Monsignor Ryan] You're a pontificating old poop!
Hilts: What do they call a mole in Scotland? Ives: A mole? Hilts: Aye.
Setsuko: Seita, is our house gone too? Seita: Probably...
Desi Collings: Octopus and Scrabble?
Marybeth Elliott: [Walking around North Carthage with Nick] My God, this place literally smells like feces.
Korath the Pursuer: Star-Lord! Peter Quill: Finally!
Rhomann Dey: They call themselves the Guardians of the Galaxy. Denarian Saal: What a bunch of a-holes.
Rocket Raccoon: This one here is our booty!
Gamora: It's time we stand up for what is right. Nebula: Ha.
[from outtake] Star-Lord: Dance-off, bro! Me and you! Ronan: It's on!
Gamora: This was my opportunity to get away from Thanos.
