Romance & Cigarettes (2005)

James Gandolfini: Nick Murder

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• Nick Murder : Would you give me one more chance? Please? I'll do anything! Anything! I'll give you anything! I love you. Maybe I don't know how to show it like they do in the movies or in books but I love. I have love to give.

• Nick Murder : Two, two things a man should know how to do: Be romantic and smoke his brains out.

  Gene Vincent : I agree.

• Nick Murder : Are you circumcised?

  Angelo : What?

  Nick Murder : Are you circumcised?

  Angelo : Circularized?

  Nick Murder : No, circumcised.

  Angelo : My circulation's fine.

  Nick Murder : No, are you circumcised?

• Kitty Kane : [reading from a piece of paper]  "If God's gift of grace, Or the light on your face, Could make me forget, Your vagina is wet."

  Nick Murder : Let me see that.

  Kitty Kane : "To Tula, my Tula, my red flower of love."

  Nick Murder : What are you, a private dick?

  Kitty Kane : How different could it be, huh? It's just a hole.

  Nick Murder : You can't incriminate a man over some words.

  Kitty Kane : What do you think you're gonna find there? Peanuts?

  Nick Murder : It's poetry!

• Kitty Kane : You whoremaster. You...

  Nick Murder : No.

  Kitty Kane : Whoremaster. I smoked your ass out. You two-faced Judas!

  Nick Murder : I am not a whoremaster! My brothers, they're the whoremasters! Not me!

  Kitty Kane : Ever since you grew that filthy little moustache!

  Nick Murder : I am not a whoremaster!

  Kitty Kane : Preening in the mirror like Maria Callas! "Put the cologne all over my back, sweetie." I cook you chicken, fish, no butter low-cal this, low-cal that. I trim your nose hairs, you fuck!

  Nick Murder : I swear on my father's grave, okay?

  Kitty Kane : Oh, another whoremaster!

• Nick Murder : Are you circumcised?

  Angelo : Hell, no. That shit hurts. Somebody cuts my dick it better be for vengeance.

• Nick Murder : Living till you die is hard work.

• Angelo : Mrs Murder. Nice to see you. How are you?

  Nick's Mother : Every breath is a victory.

  Nick Murder : Hi ya, Mom.

  Nick's Mother : Don't you, "Hi, Mom" me. I told you. I told you! In the sixth grade, I told you, "Never tell a woman your business. You just do your thing and you keep it to yourself!"

• Baby : Dad?

  Nick Murder : Yeah.

  Baby : I'm going into wedlock.

• Kitty Kane : Every day you'll wake up alone.

  Nick Murder : You don't even like me anymore, do you?

  Kitty Kane : I hate you with all the hate that you can hate with!

• Kitty Kane : Oh, it's poetry. Well, I'm gonna give you some fucking poetry: Pink motels, White thighs, Deep fried, Shake it, Bake it, Rotate it, Swollen heads, Busted beds, Empty lots, Dirty red twats.

  Nick Murder : You just made that up?

  Kitty Kane : I'm deep.

• Nick Murder : [singing]  I cannot face this world, That's fallen down on me, So, if you see my girl please send her back to me, Tell her about my heart, That's slowly dying, Say I can't stop myself, From crying, Every day I wake up then I start to break up, Lonely is a man without love...

• Nick Murder : Marriage is combat, son.

  Police Officer : Yes, sir.

  Nick Murder : And not clean combat.

  Police Officer : No, sir.

• Nick Murder : I saw her coming out of the loo at her crazy sister's apartment. She had this headful of wet hair and was wearing a soft, cream-coloured terry cloth robe. So I asked her. I need to borrow a piece of luggage.

  Kitty Kane : You shacking up?

  Nick Murder : Ah, ain't nothing wrong with sex.

  Kitty Kane : You have big ones, buster.

  Nick Murder : Yeah. Dinosaur balls.

  Kitty Kane : I'm from Brooklyn. Boys don't talk to girls like that in Brooklyn.

• Nick Murder : I'd be better off a fag.

  Angelo : Those guys are in shape. Randolph Scott was a fag.

  Nick Murder : Not Randolph Scott?

  Angelo : Yeah, him and Cary Grant.

  Nick Murder : Get out of here. Not in a million years!

  Angelo : The list is long. There's a lot of great fags.

• Nick Murder : She's a redhead.

  Angelo : Au naturel?

  Nick Murder : The whole megillah.

  Angelo : It's rare. They feel more. That's scientifically proven.

  Nick Murder : What?

  Angelo : You take a natural red versus a brunette. Right? And you prod them both with a jolt of electric shock, mild. The carrot-top's gonna need 20% more anesthesia.

  Nick Murder : To numb the pain?

  Angelo : Pain, pleasure, it's all nerve-related! The point is, they *feel* more. Nice as she is, red as her bush is, fuckable as she is, you gotta put the fire out, my friend! Attend to it! Stamp out that Benson & Hedges bitch once and for all.

• Tula : [on the phone]  Oh, Nicky. I want you to put your finger up my asshole right now.

  Nick Murder : Tula.

  Tula : My pussy's lonely, baby.

  Nick Murder : Yeah?

  Tula : Kiss it, nasty man. Come on. Yeah. Give me those balls that clang.

  Nick Murder : Don't talk like that, will you?

  Tula : Well, you know what, Nicky? I cannot talk. I'm just getting fucked by a big, hard, young, circumcised cock.

  Nick Murder : What are you talking about? Are you with somebody else?

  Tula : You're not here. What do you want me to do sit around and touch me self?

  Nick Murder : Yeah, yeah, yeah, I do. I do.

• Nick Murder : God. You are one crude broad.

  Tula : Is that what you think of me?

  Nick Murder : I'm not a thinker. No.

• Tula : You know what? Next time a flag rises - you can knock on me back door. Marlon Brando style.

  Nick Murder : What do you mean, up - up your stovepipe?

  Tula : Yeah. Sure. Why not? Open my safe.

• Nick Murder : There's a lot of things in this pothole of a life that don't make sense. But you do them.

• Baby : You guys don't even talk to one another anymore.

  Nick Murder : Well, I don't have to talk to your mother to agree with her.

• Nick Murder : [singing]  Well brunettes are fine, man, And blondes are fun, But when it comes to getting, A dirty job done, I'll take a redheaded woman...

• Tula : You fit into me. You know.

  Nick Murder : But I gotta change. I'm a slow learner, but I'm gonna change.

  Tula : You wouldn't be able to say that if I was licking your balls.

  Nick Murder : It'd be hard.

  Tula : Yeah, it'd be hard. It'd be rock hard.

  Nick Murder : Yeah, look, there's more to life than that, Tula. Okay.

  Tula : I let you in. I let you open my apple like a fucking flower in the fucking rain, you fuck!

  Nick Murder : There's more to life than a hard on, okay?

  Tula : No, there's not! It starts there, doesn't it? That's where life starts. Let me suck you before you leave me.

• Nick Murder : You just twisted the cap off the tube, buddy.