A Bronx Tale

Lorenzo:
The other night he threw away his baseball cards because he said Mickey Mantle wouldn't pay our rent.

Sonny:
What's your name, kid?

Calogero 'C' Anello:
Calogero.

Sonny:
That's a long name. Don't you have a nickname?

Calogero 'C' Anello:
No.

Sonny:
What do your friends call you?

Calogero 'C' Anello:
Calogero.

Sonny:
That makes sense.

Lorenzo:
The saddest thing in life is wasted talent.

Priest:
Don't be afraid, my son. No one is more powerful than God.

Calogero 'C' Anello:
I don't know about that, father. Your guy may be bigger than my guy up there, but my guy is bigger than your guy down here.

Priest:
Ya got a point.

Calogero 'C' Anello:
It was great to be Catholic and go to confession. You could start over every week.

Sonny:
Alright, listen to me. You pull up right where she lives, right? Before you get outta the car, you lock both doors. Then, get outta the car, you walk over to her. You bring her over to the car. Dig out the key, put it in the lock and open the door for her. Then you let her get in. Then you close the door. Then you walk around the back of the car and look through the rear window. If she doesn't reach over and lift up that button so that you can get in: dump her.

Calogero 'C' Anello:
Just like that?

Sonny:
Listen to me, kid. If she doesn't reach over and lift up that button so that you can get in, that means she's a selfish broad and all you're seeing is the tip of the iceberg. You dump her and you dump her fast.

Calogero 'C' Anello:
Sonny had five fingers, but he only used three.

Calogero 'C' Anello:
It was 1960 and doo-wop was the sound on the street.

Sonny:
Now yous can't leave.

Calogero 'C' Anello:
I'm not in the mood for steak.

Sonny- "Your allowed three great ones."

Lorenzo:
You don't see me going to the bar, do you?

Calogero:
Mommy won't let you go there either?

Lorenzo:
What am I going to do with this kid?

Sonny:
First of all, I respect you, Lorenzo, you're a stand-up guy and we're from the same neighborhood, but don't ever talk to me like that again. I tell your kid to go to school, to go to college...

Lorenzo:
You don't understand: it's not what you say, it's what he sees, the clothes, the cars, the money, it's everything. He tried to throw away his baseball cards because he said Mickey Mantle will never pay the rent.

Sonny:
[laughs] He said that to you? I don't believe this kid.

[They all laugh]

Lorenzo:
That's not funny. Not when your kid has a bigger bank account than you.

Sonny:
I offered you a job, you said "No" to me.

Lorenzo:
That's right, and I say "No" now. Just leave my son alone, please.

Sonny:
Hey! [Stands up] Don't you see how I treat that kid? I treat him like he's my son.

Lorenzo:
He ain't your son, he's MY son.

Sonny:
He's what?

Lorenzo:
He's MY son!

Sonny:
Hey, get the fuck outta here!

Lorenzo:
[Shoved by the gangsters towards the door] I'm not afraid of you.

Sonny:
You should be.

Lorenzo:
I know who you are, Sonny, I know what you're capable of, and I would never step out of line, you can ask anyone in the neighborhood who knows me. But this time, you're wrong. You don't fool with a man's family. This is my son, not yours.

Sonny:
What are you gonna do, fight me?

Lorenzo:
You stay away from my son!

Sonny:
Get outta here before I give you a fucking slap!

Lorenzo:
You just stay away from my son!

Sonny:
Go ahead!

Lorenzo:
I don't care who you are! You stay away from my son!

Sonny:
You like her?

Calogero:
I do, but I don't want to hear the guys.

Sonny:
Fuck them. Half of them are gonna end up dead or in jail. Nobody cares. The only thing that matters is what's good for you and how you feel about each other. Let me tell you something, when you're alone late at night in bed just you and her under the covers, that's all that matters. You gotta do what your heart tells you to do. Let me tell you something' right now. You're only allowed three great women in your lifetime. They come along like the great fighters, every ten years. Rocky Marciano, Sugar Ray Robinson, Joe Louis. Sometimes you get'em all at once. Me? I had my three when I was 16. That happens. What are you gonna do? That's the way it goes, you know? Tell you right now. See this girl? Maybe this girl, she put wind in your sails. Maybe she's your first great one.

Satan's Messengers:
[in the bar] You got some brews down here. Nice cold ones. Get us some nice cold brews, come on. Two over here, huh? One more here, one more. Alright, brothers. If I may. A toast to our host. [They all salute, then shake their drinks and spray them all over the bar] In the name of the father, the son and the holy ghost!

Tony Toupee:
Look at all the shit all over me.

[the bikers curse at him]

Sonny:
Hey!

Satan's Messengers:
Oh, you again.

Sonny:
That wasn't very nice. Now youse gotta leave.

Satan's Messengers:
I'll tell you when the fuck we leave alright. Get the fuck away from me. [the bikers laugh at Sonny as he walks to the door] Go watch the bikes eh!

[Sonny locks the front door. All the bikers look and curse at him]

Sonny:
Now youse can't leave.

Calogero:
[narrating] I will never forget the look on their faces. All eight of them. Their faces dropped. All their courage and strength was drained right from their bodies. They had reputation for breaking up bars, but they knew that instant, they'd made a fatal mistake. This time they walked into the wrong bar.

Calogero:
Sonny was right. The working man IS a sucker, dad. He's a sucker.

Lorenzo:
He's wrong! It don't take much strength to pull a trigger, but try and get up every morning, day after day and work for a livin'! Let's see him try that! Then we'll see who's the REAL tough guy! The working man's the tough guy! Your father's the tough guy!

Calogero:
He owes me 20 dollars. It's been two weeks now, and every time he sees me he keeps dodging me. He's becoming a real pain in the ass. Should I crack him one, or what?

Sonny:
Sometimes hurting somebody ain't the answer. First of all, is he a good friend of yours?

Calogero:
No, I don't even like him.

Sonny:
You don't even like him. There's your answer right there. Look at it this way: It costs you 20 dollars to get rid of him... He's out of your life for 20 dollars. You got off cheap. Forget him.

Nobody Cares

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