Hoffa

Hoffa:
If a guy's close to you, you can't slight 'im. You can't slight that guy. A real grievance can be resolved; differences can be resolved. But an imaginary hurt, a slight - that motherf***er gonna hate you 'til the day he dies.

Hoffa:
Someone oughtta shoot that motherf***er! Let 'im organize the dead!

Bobby Ciaro:
There's a time to shirk, and a time to work.

Hoffa:
I'm gonna give ya a piece of advice. Don't ask for something if it's a burden to ya if ya get it.

Hoffa:
What do I want? I want you to kill the cocksucker! I want you to stuff his arms up his ass, that's what I f***ing want!

Bobby Ciaro:
He wants to know what you're scared of.

Hoffa:
Tell him it's none of his f***ing business.

Jimmy Hoffa:
Never let a stranger in your cab, in your house or in your heart... unless he is a friend of labor.

Jimmy Hoffa:
Come on Frankie, you know what they say in the old days, "Tell me now or else I'm going to find out about it anyway."

Bobby Ciaro:
One day you're gonna be President of the United States, Jim.

Jimmy Hoffa:
F*** that. One day I'll be president of the Teamsters.

Frank Fitzsimmons:
I'm gonna go and get laid. Come with me.

Hoffa:
Ahh, I'm busy. You go get laid.

Hoffa:
What do I want you to do? I want you to kill the cocksucker! I want you to stuff his arms up his ass, that's what I f***in' want!

Hoffa:
They been feeding ya dogshit! Been telling ya it's Cream of Wheat!

Bobby Ciaro:
I can't even scratch myself.

Hoffa:
Do you itch?

Bobby Ciaro:
No.

Hoffa:
Then what the f*** are you complaining for?

Hoffa:
Never let a stranger in your cab, in your house or in your heart... unless he is a friend of labor.

Hoffa:
Come on Frankie, you know what they say in the old days, tell me know or else I'm going to find out about it anyway.

Bobby Ciaro:
One day your gonna be president of the United States Jim

Hoffa:
F*** that. One day I'll be president of the Teamsters.

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