The Departed

Frank Costello: Amen. The Church wants you in your place. Kneel, stand, kneel, stand. If you go for that sort of thing, I don't know what to do for you. A man makes his own way. No one gives it to you. You have to take it. Non Serviam Colin Sullivan: James Joyce. Frank Costello: Smart, Colin.

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Frank Costello: Who let this IRA motherfucker in my bar? [the man looks startled] [laughs] Only kidding. How's your mother? Man in Costello's Bar: Oh... I'm afraid she's on her way out. Frank Costello: [walks away] We all are. Act accordingly. [smiles and he straightens tie]

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Ellerby: [during a conference briefing about Costello and his crew] Staff Sergeant Dignam is our liaison to the the undercover department, his undercover work is extensive. He's here to give us his report. Sergeant Dignam. Dignam: OK. My people are out there. They're like fuckin' Indians. You're not gonna see 'em you're not gonna hear about 'em except from me or Captain Queenan. You will not ever know the identity of undercover people. Unfortunately, this shithole has more fuckin' leaks than the Iraqi Navy. Ellerby: Fuck yourself. Dignam: I'm tired from fuckin' your wife. Ellerby: How's your mother? Dignam: Good, she's tired from fuckin' my father. Good. Today, girls, what I have for you is microprocessors. Somebody as you may already know stole 20 microprocessors from the Mass Processor Company out on Route 128. These are the kind of processors they put into computers that can put a cruise missile up the ass of a camel from a couple hundred miles away. Now get this, we get a guy worki

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Queenan: Congratulations on passing the detective's exam, and welcome to the Special Investigation Unit. Dignam: Whoop-da-fucking-do. Queenan: We won't be working together, that is, directly. You'll be working for Captain Ellerby, but I like to watch everybody. Queenan: You're a worker. You rise fast. Staff Sergeant Dignam: Like a 12-year-old's dick.

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Queenan: Do you know what we do here? in my section? Billy Costigan: Sir, yes, sir. I have an idea... Dignam: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let's say you have no idea and leave it at that, okay? No idea. Zip. None. If you had an idea of what we do, we would not be good at what we do, now would we? We would be cunts. Are you calling us cunts? Queenan: Staff Sergeant Dignam has a style of his own. I'm afraid we all have to get used to it.

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Dignam: Your fuckin' family's dug into the Southie projects like ticks. Three-decker men at best. You, however, grew up on the North Shore, huh? Well, la-di-fuckin'-da. You were kind of a double kid, I bet, right? Huh? One kid with your old man, one kid with your mother. You're upper-middle class during the weeks, then you're droppin' your "R"s and you're hangin' in the big, bad Southie projects with your daddy, the fuckin' donkey on the weekends. I got that right? [Costigan does not answer] Yup. You have different accents? You did, didn't you? You little fuckin' snake. You were like different people. Billy Costigan: You a psychiatrist? Dignam: Well, if I was I'd ask you why you're a Statie making 30 grand a year. And I think if I was Sigmund fuckin' Freud I wouldn't get an answer. So tell me, what's a lace-curtain motherfucker like you doing in the Staties? Billy Costigan: Well, "Families are always rising and falling in America", am I right? Queenan: Who said that? Billy Costigan: Ha

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