The Boondock Saints (1999)

David Della Rocco: Rocco

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Quotes 

• Rocco : Fuckin'- What the fuckin'. Fuck. Who the fuck fucked this fucking... How did you two fucking fucks...

  [shouts] 

  Rocco : Fuck!

  Connor : Well, that certainly illustrates the diversity of the word.

• Doc : You know what they say: People in glass houses sink sh-sh-ships.

  Rocco : Doc, I gotta buy you, like, a proverb book or something. This mix'n'match shit's gotta go.

  Doc : What?

  Connor : A penny saved is worth two in the bush, isn't it?

  Murphy : And don't cross the road if you can't get out of the kitchen.

• Donna : You killed my... my...

  Rocco : Your what?

  Donna : My...

  Rocco : Your fuckin' what? Huh? Your what, bitch?

  Rocco : [puts gun to his own head]  I'll shoot myself in the head, you can tell me that cat's name! Go ahead! Your what? Your precious, little...

  Rayvie : Skippy! Skippy!

  Rocco : Oh, Jesus! What color was it, bitch?

  Rayvie : Don't you fucking yell at her like that you prick!

  Rocco : [turns gun on Rayvie]  Shut your fat ass, Rayvie! I can't buy a pack of smokes without runnin' into nine guys you fucked!

• Rocco : [shouts]  Fuck it! There's so much shit that pisses me off! You guys should recruit, 'cause I'm sick and fucking tired of walking down the street, waiting for one of these crack-piping, ass-wiping, motherless lowlifes to get me!

  Murphy : Hallelujah, Jaffar.

  Rocco : So, like, you're not just talking about mob guys, right? You're talking about pimps and drug dealers and all that shit, right?

  Connor : Oh, yeah.

  Rocco : Fuck. You guys could do this every goddamn day!

  Murphy : We're sorta like 7-Eleven. We're not always doing business, but we're always open.

  Connor : That is nicely put.

• Connor : We haven't really got a system of deciding who, Roc. It's, uh...

  Rocco : Me! *Me*! I'm the guy! I know everyone! Their habits, who they hang out with, who they talk to! I've got phone numbers, addresses! I know who they're fucking! I know where they live! We could kill *everyone.*

  Murphy : So what do you think?

  Connor : I'm strangely comfortable with it.

• [after Rocco accidentally turns a cat into a splatter on the wall] 

  Murphy : I can't believe that just fucking happened!

  Rocco : Is it dead?

• Yakavetta : I'm having a shitty day. I'm depressed. Tell me a funny joke.

  Rocco : Now? A joke? Uh... um, uh... A joke. Yeah, alright. Um... There's these, uh, three guys, uh... a-a-a-a spic, a-a-a-a white guy and a black guy.

  Yakavetta : Nigger.

  Rocco : Yeah, n-n- Yeah. And-and they walk along the beach, they see this pot, they rub it, genie comes out. Genie says, you know, "You wish for anything you want." So, he asks, uh-uh, Mexican what-what he wants, and he goes, uh, uh, "I want, uh, all my people in America to be happy and free and in Mexico." And so, genie - Poof! And, all the spics are in Mexico. And then he asks the black guy...

  Vincenzo Lipazzi : Nigger.

  Rocco : Yeah, that's what I said. Goes to the, uh- uh, nigger, says, uh, "What do you want?" And he goes, um, uh, "I want all my African- my nigger brothers in America to be back in Africa and-and happy and everything." You know? So, genie goes poof! And, um, all the niggers in America are in Africa. And, uh, uh, uh, this is go- I'm not funny today. I-I know. I'm havin' a hard day. I-I-I- This joke sucks. It's-it's-it's a stupid joke.

  Yakavetta : Continue the joke.

  Rocco : So the genie says to the white guy, uh, um, "What's your one wish?" And the white guy goes, "You mean to tell me all the niggers and spics are out of America?" Genie goes, "Yeah." He says, "Well, um, I'll have a Coke, then."

• Rocco : They can suck my pathetic little dick, and I'll dip my nuts in marinara sauce just so the fat bastards can get a taste of home while they're at it.

• Rocco : Anybody *you* think is evil?

  Connor : Aye.

  Rocco : Don't you think that's a little weird, a little psycho?

  Connor : D'you know what I think is psycho, Roc? It's decent men with loving families. They go home every day after work and they turn on the news. You know what they see? They see rapists, and murderers and child molesters. They're all getting out of prison.

  Murphy : Mafiosos. Gettin' caught with twenty kilos. Gettin' out on bail the same fuckin' day.

  Connor : And everywhere, everyone thinks the same thing: that someone should just go kill those motherfuckers.

  Murphy : Kill 'em all. Admit it. Even you've thought about it.

  Rocco : You guys should be in every major city. This is some heavy shit. This is, like, Lone Ranger heavy, man.

• Rocco : I killed your cat, you druggie bitch.

  Donna : God.

  Rayvie : What?

  Donna : Why?

  Rocco : I thought it would bring closure to our relationship.

• [after Rocco fondles an unconscious stripper's breast] 

  Connor : What the fuck are you doing?

  Rocco : ...I'll tip her.

• Connor : Okay, Roc...

  [Connor looks at him and laughs; his mask is badly put on] 

  Rocco : What? You guys got masks.

  Murphy : You look like Mush Mouth from Fat Albert.

  [as they keep giggling, Rocco takes his mask off] 

  Rocco : Fine! Fuck it. When we're done, she can ID me. I don't care. Just trying to be professional, but nooooo...

  Connor : It looks fine!

  Rocco : Fuck it.

  Connor : Now shut the fuck up, you look good. Put it on! You look fuckin' scary, man!

  [Rocco puts his mask on, again badly] 

  Connor : [trying not to laugh]  Now Roc, are you sure that you're obee-kay-bee?

• Rocco : I'll catch you on the flip side.

• [after Rocco shoots three men in a coffee shop] 

  Murphy : Liberating, isn't it?

  Connor : Let's fuckin' go!

  Rocco : You know, it is a bit.

• Connor : Donna's gonna be angry about her cat.

  Rocco : Shit. She's on every drug known to man. She'd have sold the thing for a dime-bag. Screw her.

  [laughs] 

  Rocco : I do kinda feel like an asshole, though.

  Connor : Yeah, Roc, you sound real remorseful there.

• [after Rocco enters the bar] 

  Rocco : Hey fuck-ass, give me a beer.

• [after Rocco gets his finger shot off] 

  Rocco : Feels like it's still there.

  Connor : Yeah, well it's not.

• [seeing the nine dead Russian mobsters that the masked men killed] 

  Rocco : Boy, you guys sure did a good job. Ah shit, you guys are good huh? Cool masks. Where'd you get 'em?

• Rocco : That was funny, wasn't it? That was real fucking funny, huh? Huh?

  Sal : Not me! Not me!

  Rocco : [shoots him]  It was FUNNY! FUNNY! FUNNY! FUNNY!

  [gun clicks empty] 

• Rocco : Wyatt-Fuck'n-Earp

• Rocco : Is it dead?

• Rocco : This guy takes out a whole family... wife, kids, everyone... like he's ordering fucking pizza.

• [to a trio of Russian mobsters] 

  Rocco : Hey, Boris. What would you do if I told you your pinko Commie mother sucked so much dick, her face looks like an egg?

  [Checkov decks Rocco] 

• Rocco : I'm the fuck outta here!