Carlito's Way

Carlito:
You a gangster now. You can't learn it at school... you can't have a late start.

David Kleinfeld:
F*** you and your self-righteous code of the goddamn streets. Did it pull you out of a 30 year stint in only 5 years? No, it didn't, I did. Did it get you acquitted 4 f***ing times? No, it didn't, I did, so f*** you, f*** the streets, your whole goddamn world is this big, and there's only one rule, you save your own ass.

Carlito:
If I ever, I mean if I ever see you here again, you die.

Carlito:
It's who I am Gail, it's what I am. Right or wrong, I can't change that.

Benny Blanco:
I don't know, but there may be some mis-f***in'-understanding, I don't know man, but maybe you don't remember me, my name is Benny ...

Carlito:
Maybe I don't give a sh*t! Maybe I don't remember the last time I blew my nose either.

Carlito:
Who the f*** are you? I should remember you? What, you think you like me? You ain't like me motherf***er, you a punk. I've been with made people, connected people. Who've you been with? Chain snatching, jive-ass, maricon motherf***ers. Why don't you get out of here and go snatch a purse.

Carlito:
Sorry boys, all the stitches in the world can't sew me together again. Lay down... lay down. Gonna stretch me out in Fernandez funeral home on Hun and Ninth street. Always knew I'd make a stop there, but a lot later than a whole gang of people thought... Last of the Moh-Ricans... well maybe not the last. Gail's gonna be a good mom... New improved Carlito Brigante... Hope she uses the money to get out. No room in this city for big hearts like hers... Sorry baby, I tried the best I could, honest... Can't come with me on this trip, Loaf. Getting the shakes now, last call for drinks, bars closing down... Sun's out, where are we going for breakfast? Don't wanna go far. Rough night, tired baby... Tired...

Carlito:
Favor gonna kill you faster than a bullet.

David Kleinfeld:
F*** you and yer self-righteous code of the goddamn streets.

Carlito:
If you can't see the angles no more, you're in trouble.

Carlito:
Don't take me to no hospital, please. F***in' emergency rooms don't save nobody. Som-b*tches, always pop you at midnight, when all they got is a Chinese intern with a dull spoon.

Carlito:
You think you're big time? You gonna f***in' die - big time.

Carlito:
I'm reloaded! Okay? Come on in here, you motherf***ers! Come on, I'm waitin' for ya! What, you ain't comin' in? Okay, I'm comin' out! Oh, you up against me now, motherf***ers! I'm gonna blow your f***in' brains out! You think you're big time? You gonna f***in' die big time! You ready? HERE COMES THE PAIN!

Carlito:
Me barrio ye no existe.

Carlito:
Never give up your friends, Dave, no matter what.

Pachanga:
Hey, Carlito. Lalin is here. He's in the office.

Carlito:
Lalin?

Pachanga:
Yeah, you wanna see him?

Carlito:
You told me he was doin' thirty years.

Pachanga:
Well, I guess he got out!

Lalin:
Look what I got! I mean look at me! You got everything, man! Come on! Look what I got to f***ing go around with, f***ing diapers! I sh*t my pants everyday! I can't walk, I can't hump... you know? Go ahead and kill me, you COCKSUCKER!

Benny Blanco:
Hey, my name is Benny Blanco from the Bronx.

Carlito:
You know me?

Benny Blanco:
Yeah, I know you, you're Carlito Brigante motherf***er to the max, that's who you are!

Carlito:
Well, I don't know you. So, I don't owe you, Saso does. My place now, new rules. Everybody pays, okay?

Carlito:
Gimme your piece, Dave.

David Kleinfeld:
What?

Carlito:
Gimme the f***ing gun! Since when are you a tough guy?

Carlito:
No room in this city for big hearts like hers.

Benny Blanco:
Hey remember me, Benny Blanco from the Bronx?

Carlito:
Adios Counselor.

David Kleinfeld:
Hey Louie... Louie, your f***in' chick's givin' you a handjob right in front of everybody. I got guests here, for christsake. People are eating.

David Kleinfeld:
No-you take it easy. You got any manners? You wanna f*** her, f*** her like a normal human being - take her in the bedroom.

Gail:
Charlie, where's my cheesecake?

Tony T.:
You look at my hands, huh! Now, you make me raise my voice and I'll snap your neck like a breadstick. You f***in' phony, what do you take me for?

Carlito:
So look at you. You really made something of your life.

Kleinfeld:
You put me in business. All my first clients came through you.

Carlito:
As I say, you know, top drawer. You’re Top Drawer, Davey.

Stef:
Carlito, I see you were talkin’ to Benny Blanco before.

Carlito:
Yeah. Benny Blanco from the Bronx.

Stef:
They say he’s coming up in the world.

Carlito:
Really?

Stef:
Hmm, mmm.

Carlito:
He’s got a big future if he can live past next week.

Stef:
Hey, Carlito, where you been hiding this man, huh? This is one sexy man. He’s an animal. You know that?

Carlito:
Faster than a speeding bullet, huh.

Benny Blanco:
Mr Brigante, this is the second time you turned me down for a drink. What, you don’t like my champagne?

Carlito:
It could be.

Benny Blanco:
Maybe, there’s a mis-f***ing-understanding. Maybe you don’t remember me, my name...

Carlito:
Maybe I don’t give a sh*t. Maybe I don’t remember the last time I blew my nose either. Who the f*** are you, that I should remember you, huh? What, you think you’re like me? You ain’t like me, motherf***er. You’re a punk. I’ve been with made people, connected people. Who you been with? Chain-snatchin’, jive-ass, maricon motherfuckers. Why don’t you get lost? Go ahead, snatch a purse. Take a f***in’ walk.

Carlito:
Let me deal with Pachanga. He’s my brother.

Saso:
He’s your brother? That son of a b*tch would kill his mother for money.

Carlito:
Most people will.

Carlito:
I’ve been to Norwalk’s office. I heard the tape.

Kleinfeld:
That pig.

Carlito:
Never give up your friends, Dave, no matter what.

Guajiro:
C'mon, Quisqueya, huh bro? What news?

Quisqueya:
Your boss is dead and SO ARE YOU!

Carlito Brigante:
Somebody’s pullin’ me close to the ground. I can sense, but I can’t see. I ain’t panicked, I been here before. Same as when I got popped on 104th Street. Don’t take me to no hospital, please. F***in’ emergency rooms don’t save nobody. Sons of b*tches always pop you at midnight when all they got is a Chinese intern with a dull spoon. Look at these suckers scramblin' around. What for? My Puerto Rican ass ain't supposed to have made it this far. Most of my crew got washed a long time ago. Don't worry. My heart, it don't ever quit. I ain't ready to check out. Seems like I just got out of the joint. Stood up in front of that judge, and told him what was who.

Carlito Brigante:
Your Honor with all due respect, past and present, and without further to-do. Let me ensure this court that I am through walkin’ on the wild side. That’s all I’ve been tryin’ to tell you. I have been sick with the social ills known in the ghetto. But my time in the sterling correction facilities of Green Haven and Sing Sing have not been in vain. I’ve been cured! Born again, like the Watergaters. I know you heard this rap before. Your Honor, I mean it. This is the truth. I changed. I changed, and it didn’t take no thirty years like Your Honor thought, but only five. That’s right, sir, five years. And look at me. Completely rehabilitated, reinvigorated, reassimilated and finally going to be relocated, and I want to thank a lot of people for that. I look over there and I see that man there, Mr Norwalk. I want to thank you, sir, for making the tapes in an illegal fashion. I would like to thank the Court Of Appeals, for reversing you, Your Honour. And I want to thank Almighty God without whom no case gets tossed.

Carlito Brigante:
Here’s me back on the street. Third Sunday in August. Old Timer’s Day in the barrio. Nothin’ left. Like them old cowboy movies, only instead of tumbleweed and cow dung we got stripped car wrecks and dog sh*t.

Carlito Brigante:
Oh, Jesus. Jesus Christ, look at you. You said they were friends, Guajiro. But there ain’t no friends in this sh*t business.

Carlito Brigante:
Times have changed. What happened to the miniskirts? Where’s all that marijuana? Now everything is platforms, cocaine, and dances I don’t dance. What a man gotta come to when he loses five years.

Carlito Brigante:
This guy, this counsellor in Lewisburg, Mr Seawald, once said to me: “Charlie, you run out of steam. You can’t sprint all the way. You gotta stop sometime. You can’t buck it forever. It catches up to you. It gets you. You don’t get reformed, you just run out of wind.”

Carlito Brigante:
Okay, Benny Blanco from the Bronx. The chick Steffie belongs to the club. Now if I ever, I mean if I ever, see you here again you die, just like that.

Carlito Brigante:
Dumb move, man. Dumb move. But it’s like them old reflexes comin’ back. I know what’s supposed to happen now. Benny’s gotta go down. And if I don’t do it, they’re gonna say: “Carlito, he’s flaky, man. Slacked-out. A used-to-be bad guy. Joint got to Carlito.” The street is watchin’. She is watchin’ all the time.

Carlito Brigante:
Guys went down, yeah, but it ain’t like, you know, you just decide one day and that’s it. No. You just do what you gotta do to survive. Somehow, you know, you just end up where you are.

Carlito Brigante:
You ain’t a lawyer no more, Dave. You’re a gangster now. You’re on the other side. Whole new ball game. You can’t learn about it at school, and you can’t have a late start.

Carlito Brigante:
The dream don't come no closer by itself. We gotta run after it now.

David Kleinfeld:
Hey, look, relax. You’re not dealing so he can’t have anything on you. That’s not possible. This is the way this guy is. He’s on a goddamn fishing exhibition.

Gail:
I mean, I don’t judge you. You know, Charlie. And what do you do that’s so wonderful? You ever kill anybody, Charlie?

Gail:
Yeah, I had a dream, Charlie, but now I’m awake. And I hate my dream.

Gail:
Everything you learned in the neighbourhood, every instinct you’ve got won’t do anything but get you killed!

Gail:
I know how this dream ends, Charlie. It isn’t in paradise. It ends with me carrying you into Sutton Emergency Room at three o’clock in the morning. And standing there, crying like an idiot... while your shoes fill with blood and you die.

Benny Blanco:
You’re over, man. You’re f***in’ in the history books. That’s where you are, man. So you might as well f***in’ kill me now, ‘cause if I ever see you again, swear to god, I’m gonna f***ing kill you.

Pachanga:
Carlito, man, Death Valley out here, man. You know me, I take to the street with any of these Motherfuckers, man. But these new kids nowadays, man, they got no respect for human life. They shotgun you just to see you fly up in the air. You’re better off in jail.

Lalin:
What do you mean? You didn’t hear? I took a few in the back. When the streets are mad at you she don’t put you in a box, she puts you in one of these things.

Saso:
What has happened to you? What are you acting like this for? It doesn’t make sense that you should hate this guy. Because this guy is you, twenty years ago.