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."