A Bronx Tale

Sonny: So you must be pretty upset after the Yankees lost? Calogero: Bill Mazeroski. I hate him! He made Mickey Mantle cry. The papers said the Mick was crying. Sonny: Mickey Mantle? Is that what you're upset about? Mickey Mantle makes $100,000 a year. How much does your father make? Calogero: I don’t know. Sonny: You don't know? Well, see, if your father can't pay the rent, go ask Mickey Mantle. See what he tells you. Mickey Mantle don't care about you, so why should you care about him? Nobody cares! Calogero: Can I ask you something? Did you shoot that man over a parking space? Sonny: When you get older, you’ll understand.

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Priest: Don't be afraid, my son. No one is more powerful than God. Calogero: 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: You got a point.

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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?

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Calogero: [excited] Mommy, Mommy! Look what I got! Some peaches for… free. Lorenzo: [shows C the dollar bill] What’s this? Calogero: What’s what, Dad? Lorenzo: Where did you get this?! Your mother found this behind your drawer. Calogero: It’s my savings, Dad. Lorenzo: Six hundred dollars you’ve been saving? What? Did you become a brain surgeon overnight, son?! Rosina: Tell your father where you got the money. Calogero: Dad, I worked for it. Lorenzo: Doing what? Calogero: Things. Lorenzo: Things? Whaddya mean things? What things? Calogero: Old things. Ya know, things. Lorenzo: Hey. Don’t lie to me. Just tell me the truth. I won’t get upset. Calogero: I worked the crap games and the guys gave me tips. Rosina: The crap games? Lorenzo: What crap games? What crap games? What tips? [Calogero doesn’t answer] [yells angrily] WHAT CRAP GAMES?! Calogero: I told ya you weren’t gonna get upset, dad. Lorenzo: I LIED! Now tell me everything! Calogero: I told you, I worked for Sonny and he gave me ti

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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. 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. Lore

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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: 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.

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