Did You Know He Was a Cop
Lazio: [during a conference briefing about Costello and his crew] without request besides many questions do you take anyone in with Costello presently?
Dignam: Maybe. Mayhap not. Maybe fuck yourself.
Ellerby: [jokingly with Colin] I'one thousand gonna go have a smoke right at present. Y'all want a smoke? You don't smoke, exercise ya, right? What are ya, 1 of those fettle freaks, huh? Go fuck yourself.
Dignam: [observing an commutation of microprocessors for money between Costello and Chinese triad members] This is unbelievable. Who put the fuckin' cameras in this identify?
Police Camera Tech: Who the fuck are you?
Dignam: I'one thousand the guy who does his job. You must exist the other guy.
[upon learning the Constabulary have institute Delahunt'south body and that he was a cop in Costello's bar]
Fitzy: I don't believe it.
Mr. French: What tin't you believe?
Fitzy: I spent all fucking night dragging the poor bounder in in that location. Tell me how they detect him so fast? Somebody walking a fucking domestic dog ? What fucking size a domestic dog is that? Has to be a big fucking dog, man. I spent all night doing it man.
[pause, Frank stares at him]
Fitzy: I'm embarrassed. I still don't believe he was a cop, I don't believe it.
Frank Costello: The COPS... are saying he'southward a cop... so I won't look for the cop. Are you soft, Fitz? When I tell you... to dump a body in the marsh, yous dump him *IN* the marsh. Non where some guy from John Hancock goes every Th, TO GET A FUCKING BLOWJOB!
[Fitzy laughs, Frank hits him with his cap]
Frank Costello: Don't laugh! This ain't Reality TV!
[narrating first lines]
Frank Costello: I don't want to be a product of my surroundings. I desire my environs to be a product of me. Years ago we had the church building. That was only a way of proverb - we had each other. The Knights of Columbus were real head-breakers; true guineas. They took over their slice of the city. Xx years later an Irishman couldn't get a fucking chore, nosotros had the presidency. May he rest in peace. That's what the niggers don't realize. If I got one matter against the black chappies, it's this - no i gives it to you. You accept to take information technology.
Madolyn: [later a counseling session] Why is the last patient of the mean solar day ever the hardest?
Billy Costigan: Because you're tired and you don't give a shit. It's not super-natural.
Ellerby: [during a conference briefing almost Costello and his crew] Staff Sergeant Dignam is our liaison to the the undercover department, his hush-hush work is extensive. He's hither to give us his report. Sergeant Dignam.
Dignam: Ok. My people are out there. They're like fuckin' indians. You're not gonna see 'em you're not gonna hear well-nigh 'em except from me or Captain Queenan. You will not e'er know the identity of secret people. Unfortunately, this shithole has more than fuckin' leaks than the Iraqi Navy.
Ellerby: Fuck yourself.
Dignam: I'1000 tired from fuckin' your wife.
Ellerby: How'due south your mother?
Dignam: Good, she's tired from fuckin' my father.
Colin Sullivan: [bloodied and handcuffed, in freight elevator] Simply fucking kill me. Simply fucking impale me.
Billy Costigan: I am killing y'all.
Dignam: [during a briefing conference most Costello and his crew] My theory on Feds is that they're similar mushrooms, feed 'em shit and go on 'em in the dark
Billy Costigan: [to the bartender] Cranberry juice.
Man Glassed in Bar: Information technology'due south a natural diuretic. My girlfriend drinks it when she'south got her period. What, practise you got your period?
[Billy grabs an empty glass and smashes information technology onto the man's caput. Mr. French grabs Billy throws him confronting the wall. Billy tries to go towards the homo over again and French holds him confronting the wall. Billy pushes French'southward hands away]
Baton Costigan: Get your fuckin' easily off me!
Mr. French: [calmly] Hey, hey, hey... exercise you know me?
Billy Costigan: No, no.
Mr. French: Well, I'grand the guy that tells you there are guys y'all tin can striking and at that place's guys you lot can't. Now, that'southward not quite a guy you can't hit, but it'south nigh a guy you can't hit. And so I'm gonna brand a fuckin' ruling on this correct now. You lot don't fuckin' hit him. You sympathise?
Billy Costigan: Yeah, excellent. Fine, fine, fine.
Mr. French: I fucking know y'all. I know your family unit. Y'all make one more than drug deal with that idiot fucking cop-magnet of a cousin of yours and I'll forget your grandmother was so nice to me. I'll cut your fucking nuts off. You empathize that?
Billy Costigan: Yeah, yep, I exercise.
Mr. French: What are you drinkin'?
Billy Costigan: [embarrassed] A cranberry juice.
Mr. French: What is it, your catamenia?
[to the bartender]
Mr. French: Go him a... cranberry juice.
Mr. French: [to the homo] Hey, fuckhead, that's Jackie'southward nephew.
Man Glassed in Bar: Oh.
Mr. French: What? "Oh" fuckin' what?
[punches the man 4 times in the face]
Mr. French: Become the fuck outta hither.
Frank Costello: [to Colin] Ane of usa had to dice. With me, it tends to be the other guy.
Baton Costigan: [during a counseling session with Madolyn] You sit there with a mass murderer. A mass murderer. Your eye rate is jacked, and your mitt... steady. That'due south 1 thing I figured out well-nigh myself in prison. My hand does not shake... always.
Oliver Queenan: [during Costigan's interview] Do you know what we do hither? My section?
Billy Costigan: Sir, yes, sir. I have an thought...
Dignam: [interrupting] Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let'southward say y'all have no idea and get out it at that, okay? No idea. Zip. None. If y'all had an thought of what nosotros do, we would not exist practiced at what nosotros exercise, now would nosotros? We would exist cunts. Are you calling us cunts?
Oliver Queenan: Staff Sergeant Dignam has a style of his own. I'm afraid we all have to go used to it.
Dignam: [during Costigan's interview] Your fuckin' family unit's dug into the Southie projects like ticks. Iii-decker men at all-time. You, however, grew up on the Due north Shore, huh? Well, la-di-fuckin'-da. You were kind of a double child, I bet, correct? Huh? Ane kid with your old man, i kid with your mother. You're upper-middle class during the weeks, then you're droppin' your "R"s and you're hangin' in the big, bad Southie projects with your daddy, the fuckin' ass on the weekends. I got that right?
Dignam: [Baton does not respond] Yup. You take dissimilar accents? You did, didn't you lot? You fiddling fuckin' snake. Yous were like dissimilar people.
Billy Costigan: You a psychiatrist?
Dignam: Well, if I was I'd inquire you why you're a Statie making 30 grand a year. And I think if I was Sigmund fuckin' Freud I wouldn't go an respond. So tell me, what's a lace-curtain motherfucker like you doing in the Staties?
Billy Costigan: Families are e'er rising or falling in America, am I right?
Oliver Queenan: Who said that?
Billy Costigan: Hawthorne.
Dignam: [Dignam makes a farting audio] What's the affair, smartass, you don't know any fuckin' Shakespeare?
Oliver Queenan: [during Costigan's interview] We have a question: Exercise yous want to be a cop, or do you want to announced to be a cop? Information technology'due south an honest question. A lot of guys just want to appear to be cops. Gun, badge, pretend they're on Idiot box.
Dignam: Yeah, a lot of people simply wanna slam a nigger'southward head through a plate-drinking glass window.
Billy Costigan: I'm all ready without your own personal job awarding. Alright, Sergeant?
Dignam: What the fuck did yous say to me, trainee?
Baton Costigan: [to Queenan] With all due respect, sir, what do y'all desire from me?
Dignam: Hey asshole, he tin't assist y'all! I know what you are, okay? I know what yous are and I know what you are not. I'yard the all-time friend you take on the face of this earth, and I'm gonna help you lot understand something, y'all punk. You're no fuckin' cop!
Madolyn: [during his counseling session] What do y'all expect coming in hither?
Billy Costigan: I have to come here.
Madolyn: I know yous accept to come up here, but now that you're here, what do you desire?
Billy Costigan: You want the truth? Valium.
Madolyn: You know if y'all lied, you would take an easier fourth dimension getting what you wanted.
Billy Costigan: What does that say almost what you practice for a living?
Madolyn: I just call up we should take a few more meetings before we even talk about prescriptions.
Baton Costigan: Look... wait, I'm having panic attacks, alright? The other night I thought I was having a fucking heart assail. I puked in a trash butt on the manner over here. I haven't slept for fucking weeks.
Madolyn: Is that true?
Billy Costigan: Yeah, that's truthful. Alright? I said it was fucking true. I want some fucking pills and you're gonna what? Yous're gonna close my file? Is that what you're going to do?
Madolyn: No, I didn't shut your file. I...
Billy Costigan: [angry] I thought I was supposed to tell the truth hither, if but fucking here!
Madolyn: You are! Y'all are!
Billy Costigan: Christ. I mean, a guy comes in here against every, every instinct of privacy and cocky-reliance he has and what practise you do? What do you exercise, huh? You transport him off on the street to score smack, is that what you do? Yous're fucking ridiculous!
[Madolyn hands Costigan some Valium]
Billy Costigan: [picking up the pills] Ii pills? Great. Why don't y'all only give me a bottle of scotch and a handgun to blow my fucking head off! Are we done here with this psychiatry bullshit?
Madolyn: Yous know what? You tin go out!
Billy Costigan: What the fuck did I just put myself through? I'g fucking out of here. And what if that was a legitimate threat? Think near information technology fucking hotshot!
Oliver Queenan: [meeting privately under a bridge side by side to a river] Okay, kid. Permit's do this. Come on, spread 'em.
[Queenan begins searching Costigan]
Dignam: Hey, what practice you call back y'all can pop somebody and there's a special card to play? That guy, Jimmy Bags whose jaw you bankrupt happens to piece of work undercover for the Boston Police Department.
Billy Costigan: I'grand going fucking nuts, man. I can't exist someone else every fuckin' day. It's been a twelvemonth of this. I've had enough of this shit!
Dignam: Calm down, alright? About people in the world do it every day. What's the large bargain?
Billy Costigan: Well, I'thousand not them, alright? I'm not fucking them, okay?
Dignam: Exactly. You're nobody. Y'all signed the papers, think? At present nosotros're the only 2 people on the confront of this earth that fifty-fifty know you're a cop. How about we only erase your file, huh? How 'bout that? How nearly we erase your file and then bang, you're simply another soldier for Costello open to arrest for I don't know how many felonies. Huh? What exercise you say nosotros practice that, Helm?
Billy Costigan: How near I fucking impale you lot, huh? How about I fucking kill you!
Oliver Queenan: That was a joke. Come up on!
Dignam: That wasn't a joke. Just because you play a tough guy, doesn't mean you are one you lace-mantle, Irish fucking pussy!
[Costigan punches Dignam]
Oliver Queenan: Hey, hey! Terminate it! Break it up! Stop it!
Billy Costigan: [to Dignam] Fuck you, motherfucker!
Oliver Queenan: Goddamn it, stop it! That's an order!
[fighting stops]
Oliver Queenan: For chrissake, be smart. If everyone's watching usa now, how are we not supposed to abort you? Come on, get in the motorcar. Both of you, make it the car!
Frank Costello: I got this rat, this gnawing, cheese eating fuckin' rat and it brings upward questions... Yous know, see, Pecker, like you're the new guy. Girlfriend... Why don't you stay in the bar that night I got your numbers. Social Security numbers. Everybody'southward fuckin' numbers.
Billy Costigan: Is at that place something that you but wanna go alee and ask me? 'Cause I'll requite you the fuckin' answer, all correct? Frank, look at me. Await at me. I'm not the fuckin' rat. Okay? I'grand not the fuckin' rat.
Frank Costello: Have a seat, Bill.
[Costigan sits downward at Costello's dinner table]
Frank Costello: [while eating crab] Do yous know John Lennon?
Baton Costigan: Aye, sure, he was the president before Lincoln.
Frank Costello: Lennon said, "I'm an artist. You give me a fucking tuba, I'll become you something out of it."
Billy Costigan: [sarcastically] Well I tell you Mr. Costello, I'd like to squeeze some fucking money out of it.
Frank Costello: Smart oral cavity. Too bad. If yous'll indulge me...
[sees Gwen leaving]
Frank Costello: Now what?
Gwen: Choir practise.
Frank Costello: [bellyaching] Choir practice.
[Costello pulls out a severed human hand]
Frank Costello: The point I'yard making with John Lennon is - a man could look at anything, and brand something out of information technology. For case, I look at you and I think "what could I utilise you for?"
[Sullivan tries to enter Queenan's office, merely Dignam blocks his manner]
Colin Sullivan: Problem?
Dignam: Yeah, I got a trouble. I run rat fucks like you lot, okay? I don't like 'em.
Colin Sullivan: The solar day y'all wouldn't have a promotion, let me know. And if you'd taken care of this, I wouldn't fifty-fifty exist hither.
Dignam: Fuck yourself, you piece of shit.
Colin Sullivan: And I'm gonna need the identity of your undercovers.
Dignam: Blow me, all right? But not literally, though. Unfortunately, at that place's no promotion involved for you.
[Dignam leaves]
Colin Sullivan: Fucking prick.
Colin Sullivan: [while having dinner with Madolyn] What Freud said about the Irish is: We're the only people who are impervious to psychoanalysis.
Colin Sullivan: [softly to Madolyn while lying in bed together] If nosotros're non gonna make it, it'due south gotta be you that gets out, cause I'k non capable. I'k fucking Irish, I'll deal with something beingness wrong for the rest of my life.
Madolyn: Here, this is my card.
Colin Sullivan: Nah, I don't need that. I'grand a detective. I'll detect you.
[lift door begins to close; Colin reaches out]
Colin Sullivan: No, I'm merely kidding, I need the card.
Billy Costigan: [to Frank Costello in Frank'due south bar] You accuse me once, I put up with it. You accuse me twice... I quit. Yous pressure me to fright for my life and I will put a fucking bullet in your head as if you were anybody else. Okay?
[Frank drops something. He reaches under the tabular array and pulls upwards a gun. He looks at it as if he's never seen information technology before and then points it at Billy]
Frank Costello: Y'all got something you wanna... ask me?
[Watching Costigan vanquish up the Providence gangsters, destroying his store in the procedure]
Pakistani Proprietor: What's wrong with this fucking country? Everybody hates everybody!
Oliver Queenan: [during Colin's interview] Congratulations on passing the detectives' exam, and welcome to the Special Investigation Unit of measurement.
Dignam: Whoop-de-fuckin'-do.
Uncle Ed: [in a hospital hallway] What's this I hear from Stephanie nearly you becoming a policeman?
Baton Costigan: You hateful Stephanie, who was the only one who came to my father's funeral? That Stephanie?
Uncle Ed: Yeah, *that* Stepanie.
Baton Costigan: Aught much to it, Uncle Edward.
Uncle Ed: Are you trying to prove something to the family?
Billy Costigan: When you say "the family," who practise you mean exactly? Yous?
Uncle Ed: You e'er take to question everything, don't you?
Billy Costigan: Maybe information technology would take done you lot some good to have some *questions* from time to time, you know? "Am I an asshole? Are my kids a mess? Is my wife a money-grubbing whore?" I mean, those are questions, right? "Have I ever been good to my dying sister or am I just now pretending to be?"
Uncle Ed: Do you demand some money for the funeral?
Billy Costigan: When my mother dies, we don't accept any more than connexion.
[Billy walks away]
Billy Costigan: [coming from behind the wall to surprise Sullivan] Freeze!
Colin Sullivan: Whoa! Put the fucking gun down!
Billy Costigan: Put your fucking hands up!
Colin Sullivan: Alright, alright. I can get you your money!
Billy Costigan: What did you lot say?
Colin Sullivan: I said I can get yous your...
Billy Costigan: [punches Sullivan across the face] You didn't come up here to talk, you came hither to get arrested.
[Slaps cuffs on him]
Colin Sullivan: You have fucking tapes of what? Costello was my informant. I was a rat? Fuck you lot, prove information technology.
Billy Costigan: [continuing Sullivan up] Get up!
Colin Sullivan: What is this? A citzens arrest? Blow me. Only one of us is a cop here Bill. Did you hear me Bill? No one knows who you fucking are!
Billy Costigan: Will you lot shut the fuck up!
Colin Sullivan: I'm a sargeant in the Massachusetts Country Police, who the fuck are you? I erased you!
Billy Costigan: [slams Sullivan against a wall] You erased me, huh?
Colin Sullivan: Yea... shoot a cop, Einstein, watch what happens.
Billy Costigan: What would happen is this bullet would get right through your fucking head!
Colin Sullivan: Picket what happens!
Billy Costigan: What? So you can go the parade? The bagpipes and bullshit? Fuck y'all! Fuck you! I'chiliad fucking absorbing y'all!
Colin Sullivan: That'due south the stupidest thing you could do.
Billy Costigan: [while hitting him] Shut the fuck upwardly!
[Sullivan falls to the basis]
Billy Costigan: I could give a fuck if the charges don't stick... I'k yet fucking arresting you.
Colin Sullivan: [mazed] Shit.
Fitzy: [standing outside Costello's bar] She didn't notice us, she must be a cop.
Delahunt: [jokingly] Yes, she's probably the fucking Constabulary Commissioner.
Billy Costigan: [talking in the back seat of a car] When are you gonna take Costello, huh?
[blithe]
Billy Costigan: I mean, what'southward wrong with taking him on whatever one of the
[yelling]
Billy Costigan: million fucking felonies that you've seen him exercise, or I've seen him do? I mean, I hateful, he murdered somebody, right? The guy fucking murders somebody, and you don't fucking take him! What are y'all waiting for, honestly? I mean, do you lot want him to chop me up and feed me to the poor? Is that what yous guys desire?
Dignam: [sarcastically while sitting in the front seat] Yeah, well that might stick.
Oliver Queenan: [to Dignam] Will you shut up?
Baton Costigan: [in Costello's bar] Frank, how many of these guys accept been with you lot long enough to be disgruntled, huh? Remember well-nigh it. You lot don't pay much, you know. It's near a fuckin' feudal enterprise. The question is, and this is the only question, who thinks that they can do what you do better than you?
Frank Costello: The simply 1 that tin do what I exercise is me. Lot of people had to dice for me to exist me. You wanna be me?
Billy Costigan: I probably could be you lot, aye. Yeah, I know that much. But I don't wanna be you, Frank. I don't wanna be you
Frank Costello: Heavy lies the crown... sort of affair.
Frank Costello: I'thou concerned about a Chinaman who thinks it's wise to come to a business transaction with automatic weapons.
[to the Chinese translator]
Frank Costello: For his own good, tell Bruce Lee and the Karate Kids none of us are conveying automatic weapons. Because here - in this country... it don't add together inches to your dick. You get a life sentence for it.
Ellerby: [while putting golf assurance on a golf range] How is your wedding coming along?
Colin Sullivan: Great, great; she'due south a doctor.
Ellerby: That's outstanding.
Colin Sullivan: Yes.
Ellerby: Marriage is an important office of getting ahead: lets people know you're not a human; married guy seems more stable; people see the ring, they recall at least somebody can stand the son of a bitch; ladies meet the ring, they know immediately you must accept some greenbacks or your cock must work.
[laughs]
Colin Sullivan: [laughing] Yeah, information technology'due south working... Overtime!
Ellerby: I'm glad to hear that.
Colin Sullivan: Yeah... Thank you.
Colin Sullivan: [standing in forepart of him] You're an FBI informant? Are you fucking kidding me?
Frank Costello: [sitting on the bract of a bulldozer] Abound up!
[laughing]
Frank Costello: Of course I talked to the FBI.
Colin Sullivan: Do they know who I am?
Frank Costello: I... I never gave up anybody... who wasn't going down anyway. Nobody knows nothin'.
Colin Sullivan: Frank... Frank. Do they know near me?
Frank Costello: I know about yous, Colin. You know I'd never give you up. You're similar a...
Colin Sullivan: What, like a son? To you? Is that what this is nigh? All that murderin'... and fuckin'... and no sons?
[They shoot at each other]
Frank Costello: What we generally do - in this state... is one guy brings the items and the other guy pays him. No tickee, no laundry!
[Brownish is telling Baton why he signed up for the police while jogging for a constabulary training do]
Brownish: And then she tells me, "You never end anything. You lot finish the police form, you become taken care of again, infant." So after graduation, I become a blowjob once again.
Billy Costigan: That's great. Your mother sounds like a wonderful woman.
Brown: Fuck yourself.
Baton Costigan: Look at it this style: You're a black guy in Boston. You don't demand whatever assistance from me to be completely fucked.
Frank Costello: [in a restaurant] You know, if your father were alive, and saw yous here sitting with me, allow's say he would have a give-and-take with me nigh this. In fact, he'd kill seven guys only to cutting my pharynx, and he could do it. That's maybe something you lot don't know about William Costigan, Sr.
Billy Costigan: [asking if his father never murdered anyone] So he never? I mean, never?
Frank Costello: No. He kept his ain counsel. He never wanted money. Yous tin't do anything with a human similar that. Y'all're Uncle Jackie - he also would kill my entire fucking family if he saw me here with y'all. And I recollect about this.
Billy Costigan: [confused] And then what the fuck are we talking about hither?
Frank Costello: Did yous ever think about going back to school?
Billy Costigan: School?
[laughs]
Baton Costigan: All due respect Mr. Costello, school is out.
Frank Costello: Maybe anytime you'll wake the fuck up.
Ellerby: [jokingly with Colin] Yous have an immaculate record. Some guys don't trust an immaculate record. I do. I have an immaculate record.
Colin Sullivan: [to Barrigan] You got a nice suit at domicile or practice you like coming to work everyday dressed similar you're goin' to invade Poland?
Billy Costigan: No, I gotta get out. I can't be doing this anymore. You know what's gonna happen?
Oliver Queenan: What?
Billy Costigan: I know he'due south gonna observe out who I am and he's gonna fucking kill me.
Oliver Queenan: I'thou really distressing... I swear to God I am. I'll get you out of this. Information technology won't be immediately just I will become y'all out. Two weeks at virtually.
Frank Costello: When y'all determine to be something, you can be it. That'south what they don't tell yous in the church. When I was your age they would say nosotros tin become cops, or criminals. Today, what I'k saying to y'all is this: when you lot're facing a loaded gun, what'south the departure?
Ellerby: [during a briefing briefing about Costello and his crew] This unit of measurement is new, and you are the newest members of it. Yous have been selected from the basis of intelligence and aptitude. This is an aristocracy unit. Our job is to smash, or marginally disrupt, organized crime in the urban center past enhanced cooperation of the FBI, represented hither today by Frank Lazio. And we will do it. By organized crime in the metropolis, you know who nosotros mean - that's Jackie Costigan, that'southward an old picture. Jackie met his demise. Final known photograph. Costello uses iii key guys: that's Fitzy - off-the-gunkhole psycho who lives with his mother, who's directly out of Going My Fashion. Delahunt - musculus. French - the number i. Simply of form the rock star - you know who. We've done a briefing. Books, and so read up. I want any and all ideas and then I tin pass them off as my own. Word hard, you'll ascent fast. You're in the best possible position in the department. Let's go to piece of work.
Frank Costello: [after talking on the telephone with Colin] Sweetheart, you lot're giving me a hard-on.
Gwen: Are you certain information technology's me? Not all that talk nigh whiffing and itch up asses?
Frank Costello: Watch your fuckin' oral fissure!
Gwen: No, yous watch it. Permit me straighten you out.
Billy Costigan: [during a counseling session] There was a cop leaving when I came in.
Madolyn: How did y'all know he was a cop?
Billy Costigan: Know, bad haircut, no apparel sense, and, yous know, a slight air of scumbag entitlement.
Dignam: [On the phone with Costigan] Why don't we just run into up sweetheart? Let me buy you an ice cream.
Baton Costigan: I'm getting on a plane unless you put Queenan on the phone.
Dignam: Queenan had a funeral to go to, okay? This is my shift. Merely calm down.
Billy Costigan: See up? Meet - you actually want me dead? Expect, in that location is a RAT in your unit, that is a FACT! Alright? Where's Queenan?
Dignam: He's not here.
Billy Costigan: They knew yous had cameras in the building! They knew EVERYTHING, alright? At that place is a leak from the within! Information technology'due south real, man, smoke him out!
Dignam: Yes, how exercise nosotros do that Mr. Fucking Genius who didn't fifty-fifty graduate from the university?
Billy Costigan: Let it skid through SIU that you take a sealed wiretap warrant for Costello'south apartment. Don't tell ANYONE in our division, but tell SIU. Flush it down the pipage and meet if it comes out on my cease, alright? That's what we practise start, we narrow information technology down. Where is Queenan?
Dignam: He's not hither. Y'all want to meet upwardly or you got something real, call me dorsum.
[Hangs upward]
Colin Sullivan: Yes, shoot a cop, Einstein. Watch what happens.
Baton Costigan: What would happen is this bullet would go correct through your fucking head!
Frank Costello: [slams a wing on the table] You know what I like virtually restaurants?
Baton Costigan: The fucking food. I don't know, what?
Frank Costello: You tin acquire a lot, watching things eat.
[licks fly off palm]
[later on driving his car into a large crate, and getting defenseless in the car]
Mr. French: Ah, fuck it.
[Shoots himself, the motorcar explodes]
Mr. French: In the future, I tell ya to do a thing, you fucking do information technology, you got that?
Baton Costigan: I got information technology, okay?
Frank Costello: [sneaks upward backside Costigan, snifffing] Alibi me, uh, French, I forgot my...
Mr. French: Okay, Francis.
Frank Costello: ...cigarette.
[puffs, slaps Costigan's shoulder]
Frank Costello: Eat something.
Frank Costello: [afterward talking to Madolyn on the telephone] Was that that shrink cunt that answered the telephone?
Colin Sullivan: Recollect I told you that we were gonna... she was gonna motility in?
Frank Costello: Yeah.
Colin Sullivan: She moved in.
Frank Costello: Y'all better go organized, quick.
Colin Sullivan: Hey, last time I checked, I tipped you off and yous're not in jail.
Frank Costello: Are yous listening to me?
Colin Sullivan: Yeah.
Frank Costello: Practise you like Piffling Miss Thing suckin' on your erect?
Colin Sullivan: [looks at Madolyn] Yes. Yes, I practise.
Frank Costello: So earn it. I'm getting the feeling we got a cop in my crew.
Colin Sullivan: Yeah, I know. I'thou kinda getting that feeling likewise.
Frank Costello: He's one of yours. Within. Take you seen anything?
Colin Sullivan: Frank, I got no access to Queenan's hugger-mugger files. He and Dignam run the snitches. I'k doing my best...
Frank Costello: Your best? What do y'all recall we're in, the fuckin' haberdashery business?
Colin Sullivan: Look, Frank, if you lot don't relax, if yous don't relax, I can't relax. All right? Now what I need you to do is yous get me information on the people who were with you concluding night. Your coiffure. Get me Social Security numbers, go me...
Frank Costello: Arm.
Billy Costigan: Arm? What fuckin' arm?
Mr. French: [French pulls Costigan to a pool tabular array] Show me your arm. Flip it. mmhmmm, mmhmmm...
[French slams Costigan'southward arm on the tabular array until the cast breaks, while Costigan screams in hurting]
Frank Costello: It makes me curious to encounter you lot in this neighborhood. And if I tin can slander my own environs, it makes me distressing. This, uh, regression. Plus, I don't know if it's beyond some fucking cop prick like Queenan to pull you out of the Staties and ship y'all gift-wrapped to me. I only can't know. I wonder what they do in that detail department, anyway.
[Costello slams on Costigan'due south cleaved arm with Costigan's boot]
Frank Costello: [yelling] Are yous still a cop?
Billy Costigan: [in astringent pain] No!
[Costello whacks his arm again]
Frank Costello: [yelling] Swear on your mother'due south grave y'all're nevertheless not a cop?
Billy Costigan: [painfully] I'm not a fucking cop!
[Costello whacks his arm over again, this time re-breaking it]
Frank Costello: [yelling] Are you going to cease doing coke deals with your jerk-off fucking cousin?
Baton Costigan: [weakly] Yes, yes, yes!
Frank Costello: Alright, alright. You're okay, you'll be alright. Get your hand taken care of.
[Costello throws downwards some money]
Frank Costello: I'thou lamentable, but it was necessary. As for our problem with Providence - allow'due south not weep over some spilled guineas.
Frank Costello: [during a flashback] Jeez. She brutal funny.
[chuckles at the dead bodies]
Mr. French: Francis, you lot really should see somebody.
Oliver Queenan: [as Billy runs abroad, and protects him from Costello's goons] One of you mugs got a light.
Fitzy: Where's your male child?
Oliver Queenan: He's studying law at Notre Dame.
Fitzy: Where's your fucking male child?
Fitzy: [grabs Queenan] Goddamn motherfucker! At present where's your fucking male child?
Madolyn: [to Colin] And I thought that I was the liar!
Oliver Queenan: All prison cell phone signals are under surveillance, due to the courtesy of our Federal friends over there.
Ellerby: Patriot Act, Patriot Act! I love it, I love it, I love information technology!
Colin Sullivan: [after Dignam has refused to turn over underground files] I need those passwords.
Ellerby: [smooths downward Sullivan'due south shirt and coat] No, you *want* those passwords.
Billy Costigan: [to Madolyn] There is no 1 more total of shit than a cop except for a cop on TV.
Oliver Queenan: [during Costigan's interview] We bargain in deception here. What we do non bargain with is cocky-deception.
Frank Costello: Go you lot? Give yous? Who the fuck do you work for? What?
Colin Sullivan: All right, all right. Frank, Frank, Frank, I'm sorry, Frank. If you could, please. What I need are SS numbers, DOBs, simply all the pedigree information so I can run it on my end and we can ID the prick. If you can just get me that information, what I can exercise is I can but - I - I - nosotros're gonna handle it. I - I - I can handle it.
Frank Costello: Colin, calm downwardly, or you'll shoot in your pants.
Frank Costello: I'll get you the records and what not. But heed to me, son. Don't disappoint me on this or another guy will be putting their fatty cock upward trivial Miss Freud's ass.
Frank Costello: [hangs up]
Frank Costello: Church wants you on your place. Kneel, stand, kneel, stand. If you go for that sort of thing, I don't know what to do for you lot. A man makes his own mode. No one gives it to you. Yous have to take information technology. "Not serviam."
Young Colin: James Joyce.
Frank Costello: Smart, Colin. Guineas from the due north and down Providence try to tell me what to practise. And, uh, something perchance happen to them. Maybe, uh, like that.
[cuts to Costello executing ii people on beach]
Dignam: I can't wait to wipe that fucking smirk right off of your face up.
Frank Costello: Wouldn't you rather wipe my ass for me?
Frank Costello: You lot want some coke? There it is. Don't move till you're numb.
Madolyn: [about an odd-looking dessert] I'm waiting for you to make your movement.
Colin Sullivan: I don't know, if that thing moves I'k gonna shoot it.
Ellerby: Queenan is dead. I'm your dominate now.
Dignam: I don't give a fuck, I'd rather hand in my papers first.
Ellerby: Globe needs enough of bartenders - two weeks, with pay!
Baton Costigan: [During a therapy session] Is it to exercise some good to get somewhere personally or only for the fuck of it?
Madolyn: Well I expect some people do it to keep things on an even keel
Billy Costigan: And then yous had a parent who was a drunk?
Madolyn: Did you?
Billy Costigan: No
Madolyn: Let's go along it with y'all, talk nearly how you feel
Billy Costigan: At that place was a cop leaving when I came in, do you come across cops?
Madolyn: That's role of what I do I don't unremarkably run across cadets who've simply been kicked out of the academy
Billy Costigan: You should go a better chore
Madolyn: Should I?
Billy Costigan: So do all those cops come in here and "cry"?
Madolyn: Sometimes they do, if they had trouble at dwelling if they had to use their weapons
Baton Costigan: Use their weapons? They signed upwardly to employ their weapons most of them simply they spotter enough TV so they know they have to weep there is no one more than full of shit than a cop, except for a cop on TV
Colin Sullivan: I tin can't wait to see you explain this ane to a fucking Suffolk County jury y'all fucking cocksucker. This is gonna be fucking fun!
Baton Costigan: [in Costello's bar] You're seventy fucking years erstwhile. One of these guys is going to pop you. As for running drugs, what the fuck. You don't demand the pain in the ass, and they're going to catch you. And you don't need the money.
Frank Costello: I haven't "needed the money" since I took Archie'southward milk money in the tertiary course. Tell you the truth, I don't demand pussy any more either... but I like it.
[Colin walks into Ellerby'southward office and finds him sitting in front end of a large bowl of ice water]
Ellerby: So who did the two guys from Providence?
Colin Sullivan: Jimmy Pappas.
Ellerby: What happened to Jimmy Pappas?
Colin Sullivan: [chuckling] Uh, Jimmy had a rough month. Jimmy had a heart attack in jail, and and so he got himself knifed at Boston City Infirmary. I believe it'southward been in the papers.
Ellerby: Y'all seem quite happy with that outcome.
Colin Sullivan: It's a fuckin' effect.
Ellerby: Yeah, but cui bono? Who benefits?
Colin Sullivan: Cui gives a shit? It's got a friggin' bow on it.
[Ellerby smiles and makes the sign of the cross in the air]
Ellerby: I recall you are a cop, my son.
[he dunks his confront into the basin of water ice h2o]
Colin Sullivan: [after losing a game a Rugby] Fuck you, fuckin' queers. Firemen gettin' pussy for the commencement time in the history of fire or pussy. Hey go save a kitten in a tree, you fucking homos.
Frank Costello: [in a eating house] Good day, father.
Older Priest: Good twenty-four hour period, Francis.
Frank Costello: You recall our chat? Lilliputian boys. Sucking on their peckers, etc... and then forth. I am as God made me. Is that your rationale? May I remind you - in this archdiocese, God don't run the bingo.
Young Priest: May I remind you - that pride comes before the autumn.
Frank Costello: How's Sis Mary Teresa doing? Had a tasty human relationship before she took her vows.
[Costello hands the priests a nude drawing of the nun]
Frank Costello: Bask your clams, cocksuckers.
Billy Costigan: [while having coffee] What would you practise if your fellow was standing right at that place and he saw united states? Huh?
Madolyn: I would lie.
Billy Costigan: Listen, mind. I got like, like thirty yard bucks, right? Insurance money. You know, later on my female parent passed and everything?
Cousin Sean: Yeah, yeah.
Billy Costigan: In your line of work, if I gave you like what, ten thousand, what could I get back?
Cousin Sean: You know... you know what you normally say at these moments?
Baton Costigan: What? What?
Cousin Sean: C'mon, homo.
Billy Costigan: Aw, come on, you fucking moron. Come on. What, you want me to say it? Huh? I'm not a cop, alright? I'm your fucking cousin.
Cousin Sean: Aye, you lot're bad! Y'all corrupt fuck, man! Y'all must be my cousin.
Colin Sullivan: [in an interrogation room] I think you amend call your female parent, and tell her yous won't be home for supper.
Colin Sullivan: Wait information technology, fuck-stick, you don't have to trust me. Just listen to what I am saying to you.
Baton Costigan: [smashes a moving-picture show over the bankrobber's head and holds him at gunpoint] Y'all take off an armored auto at the Dedham Mall. What the fuck practice y'all do, y'all pay guineas in Providence?
Kneecapped Bankrobber: Fucking now I do!
Billy Costigan: [slaps him] What the fuck do you do?
Kneecapped Bankrobber: What? I gotta pay Costello and await for him to trade me to the FBI? 'Cause that'south what he does!
Billy Costigan: FBI? What... What the fuck are you talking about, FBI?
Kneecapped Bankrobber: [Mr. French lights off firecrackers outside] Oh my God, is that French out there?
Baton Costigan: [grabs the bankrobber by the collar] What the fuck did you simply say about the FBI, huh?
Kneecapped Bankrobber: Forget what I said, I'1000 fucking high...
Billy Costigan: [forces him onto the couch] Any may exist going on in that very fucking poor, very limited brain of yours, I am non gonna hurt you, all right? Just tell me what yous just fucking said!
Kneecapped Bankrobber: [panicking] Forget it, I'thousand high. I'thousand fucking high, I must exist loftier. I would never say what you thought I said...
Kneecapped Bankrobber: [Baton shoots him in the articulatio genus] Oh! Fuck!
Billy Costigan: Now, what the fuck did y'all only fucking say?
Kneecapped Bankrobber: Why do you call up he never gets busted? Costello's a protected FBI informant! He'll merchandise you out!
[his voice rises in pitch]
Kneecapped Bankrobber: I idea I was supposed to go into shock, I'm non in shock! It fucking hurts!
Ellerby: [most Dignam] Unremarkably, he'southward a very, uh, nice guy.
[room laughs]
Ellerby: Don't gauge him from this meeting lonely.
[Costello meets with Sullivan in a porno theater, posing as a flick-watcher and suprising him with a black dildo]
Colin Sullivan: Frank? What the fuck is wrong with you lot?
Frank Costello: [laughing] Encounter anything you like, Colin?
Colin Sullivan: I almost fucking shot you!
Frank Costello: You're not indulging in self-corruption, are you? I hope yous're not turning into i of them sob sisters who wants to get caught. You're not slap-up up, are you?
Colin Sullivan: I don't crack upwardly.
Frank Costello: Picking a place like this, where any cop can run into you lot. Jesus.
Colin Sullivan: If it was such a fucking bad idea, why'd y'all bear witness upwardly?
Frank Costello: [turning to face Sullivan] I ain the place.
Colin Sullivan: [laughs] Why am I not fucking surprised? Await, I gotta tell you...
Frank Costello: Yous're getting re-assigned. I know.
Colin Sullivan: How the fuck exercise yous know that?
Frank Costello: Where'd they put yous?
Colin Sullivan: Hey Frank, I gotta find myself.
Frank Costello: Y'all're telling me, sonny male child.
Colin Sullivan: I gotta find the guy you got in the department.
Frank Costello: With everybody looking upward their own ass, and you looking for yourself, I'd put my money on nobody finds nothing.
Colin Sullivan: I know, just Frank - wait, for me, you gotta lay low. Right at present.
Frank Costello: Colin, laying low is not what I do.
Colin Sullivan: Okay, fucking big daddy Frank. Fucking perfect. But what good am I to you if yous don't listen to me?
Colin Sullivan: I can go the rat. Yous simply gotta let me practice it my way, Frank.
Frank Costello: Okay.
[easily Sullivan "Citizens Trust" envelope]
Frank Costello: Just Colin - I hope I don't have to remind you that if you don't find that cheese-eating rat bastard in your department, most likely it won't be me who suffers for it.
Colin Sullivan: Now why would yous have to remind me of that? Would I exist whatsoever good at what I do if I didn't fucking already know that? Frank, you lot gotta trust me. Alright, just trust me Frank. Hey, it fucking involves lying and I'grand pretty fucking expert at that. Right?
Frank Costello: Maybe because it'south always been so piece of cake for me to get cunt, that I never understood jacking off in a theater.
Colin Sullivan: [in their new apartment] Hey, now why practise you piece of work for the state?
Madolyn: Why non? You lot practise.
Colin Sullivan: No, what you do, the degrees and everything y'all got, y'all're hot shit. And so why do you make as much equally a guidance advisor?
Madolyn: Because... I believe in public service.
Colin Sullivan: [pause] And then now you're gonna fuck with me?
[starts laughing]
Colin Sullivan: At present you're gonna be ridiculous?
Brown: [pointing his gun at Colin] Put down the gun and step away from Sergeant Sullivan!
Billy Costigan: [pointing his gun upwards] Look, I called y'all. You lot specifically. You know who I am. I'm not gonna shoot. I told you to meet me downstairs.
Colin Sullivan: Help me.
Brown: PUT THE WEAPON ON THE DECK AND Stride Away FROM SERGEANT SULLIVAN!
Colin Sullivan: Shoot the fuckin' prick already!
Billy Costigan: Where's Dignam? I told you to bring Dignam!
Colin Sullivan: Shoot the motherfucker!
Brown: Put the weapon on the ground and nosotros'll discuss it.
Colin Sullivan: SHOOT THE MOTHERFUCKER!
Baton Costigan: Look, I got boxes of tapes, evidence, all of that! I got proof! He's Costello'southward rat!
Brown: Mayhap you do. Just right now I need you to put the weapon on the deck and stride abroad from Sergeant Sullivan!
Ellerby: So practise you know why Queenan went into that building?
Colin Sullivan: No.
Dignam: Well, a ameliorate question is why the fuck were your guys following him?
Colin Sullivan: I told Internal Investigations to follow Captain Queenan.
Dignam: Why?
Colin Sullivan: That's Internal Investigations' business organization.
[Dignam hits Colin, starting a fight causing the other officers to intervene]
Dignam: Fucking piece of shit!
Colin Sullivan: Cocksucker! I don't accept to fucking explain anything to everyone! I can fucking investigate everyone I fucking want to!
Dignam: [being held back] Let him go, come on.
Colin Sullivan: I don't requite a fuck what you think! Captain, I've got reason to believe that Queenan got killed by his own fucking secret.
Dignam: That'southward a fucking lie.
Colin Sullivan: [pointing to Dignam] He has fucking information in a locked file, as did Captain Queenan. I need admission to those files.
Dignam: Hey, I forgot the password, but if you'd like to come up downwards to the garage with me, I'd be happy to requite it to yous.
Colin Sullivan: [pushing towards Dignam] That's a fucking lie.
Dignam: [pushing towards Colin] Nobody calls me a liar!
Ellerby: Do you lot got whatever suits at home or practice you like to come to work similar y'all're gonna invade Poland?
[detailing the surreptitious functioning to boom Costello]
Ellerby: Our target: microprocessors. Yes, those. I don't know what they are, you don't know what they are, who gives a fuck?
Frank Costello: At present whenever you make a call ask for Mikey, MIKEY!... huh... you ask for a Mikey 'cause there is no Mikey.
Frank Costello: If these chinks wanna nuke Taiwan someday in this century, they better shape up and show me $ane meg dollars! What we more often than not do - in this state - is one guy brings the items, and the other guy pays him. "No tickee, no laundry"!
Frank Costello: There is no need to remind you that if yous don't detect that cheese eating rat bastard in your section... information technology won't be me who suffers for it.
Colin Sullivan: What I be any skilful at my job if I didn't fucking already know that?
Frank Costello: Merely go him and fume him the fuck out.
Colin Sullivan: I'll go the rat... y'all merely gotta allow me practise it my style, Frank.
Ellerby: [during a conference briefing nearly Costello and his crew] Nosotros're not here to solve the case of the missing scumbag, nosotros're hither to nail Costello.
Colin Sullivan: [Colin and Barrigan stand up at Mrs. Kennefick's door trying to question her about her son's murder] Now Mrs. Kennefick, I knew your son. I knew Miles. At present he was a little younger than me simply he was behind me in school. I wanna get these people who did this to him. Would yous like to help united states of america? You wanna assistance u.s. catch the people who forced your son to practice a robbery and then killed him?
Mrs. Kennefick: Allegedly.
Colin Sullivan: ..."Allegedly".
Mrs. Kennefick: If he was killed, he probably did something wrong.
Colin Sullivan: [sarcastically] But not the robbery. That'due south not wrong. He do something else wrong?
Frank Costello: [Mrs. Kennefick so sees a auto pulling upward with French driving and Frank and Gwen sitting in the backseat looking at her; Frank says to Gwen] Moving ridge to your girlfriend, honey.
[Gwen waves]
Mrs. Kennefick: [suddenly terrified, turns to Sullivan angrily] I mean, fuck yourself!
[slams the door on them]
Colin Sullivan: Did you get that?
Barrigan: "Allegedly" or "fuck yourself"?
Colin Sullivan: Welcome to the neighborhood.
Barrigan: [after they lose the rugby match to the firemen and Sullivan stares longingly at the statehouse] What? Look, forget near it. Your old homo was a janitor and his son'south only a cop.
Colin Sullivan: Fucking firefighters are agglomeration of homos.
[they both laugh]
Colin Sullivan: They are!
Ellerby: [during a briefing conference virtually Costello and his coiffure, referring to microprocessors] Yep, those. I don't know what they are, you lot don't know what they are, who gives a fuck.
Frank Costello: [in a car] Fucking rats. It's wearing me thin.
Mr. French: [while driving] Francis, it's a nation of fucking rats.
Cousin Sean: Fucking Ricans retrieve they know everything. If they knew shit, they wouldn't exist Puerto Ricans.
Baton Costigan: [offer a sealed envelope to Madolyn, outside her apartment] This is for you to hold. Only you lot. You open this if something happens to me, or if I call you and I tell you to open it.
[pauses]
Billy Costigan: You're the only ane I can trust, all right? Please. Look, I'thousand sorry to even show up here like this, you lot know? There's but no one else I could give it to.
[laughs ruefully and shrugs]
Baton Costigan: In that location's no one else.
Dignam: [to Billy Costigan] You had 1400 on your SATs, kid. You lot're an astronaut, non a Statie.
Priest at Billy's Funeral: Eternal remainder grant unto him, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon him. May he rest in peace. May his soul, and the souls of all the true-blue departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.
Barrigan: [to Colin Sullivan, in freight elevator] Costello was going to sell us to the FBI. Information technology's yous and me now, you empathise? We got to accept care of each other, you understand?
[as Barrigan looks away, Sullivan abruptly shoots him in the caput]
Billy Costigan: [coming in at terminal from his undercover consignment] Look, I just want my identity dorsum, all right? That's all.
Colin Sullivan: All correct, I understand. You want to be a cop again.
Baton Costigan: No, no, being a cop'southward not an identity. I desire my *identity* back.
Mr. French: [quietly, in Costello's ear] Francis, we're set for the sushi bar.
Frank Costello: [covered in blood up to his elbows, shouts] Jimmy, bring a mop. And a pail!
Billy Costigan: [to Trooper Brown, while holding Sargeant Sullivan at gunpoint] You know who I am.
Kneecapped Bankrobber: [clutching his knee] I idea I was supposed to become into daze! I'thousand not in shock! Information technology fucking hurts!
Billy Costigan: His lawyer came to me. Imagine that you rat fuck! Costello trusted me more than anyone. Audio quality good enough? Cause I was a little worried.
Madolyn: [later a therapy session] I'g not someone you lot have to see or they put yous in jail if you're in distress I volition assist you here'southward my carte and a prescription of medication that'll assistance yous
Billy Costigan: Is that enough to commit suicide?
Madolyn: Maybe information technology is have I done my task to your God damn standards? Because according my standards you fit the model of drug seeking behavior too damn bad if you don't similar my initial clinical reaction
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