Christopher 'Chrissy' Moltisanti Quotes (Page 3)
Christopher Moltisanti: You hear this dude? hundred percent well...he's a bad boy huh, with that lingo? Real f**kin' dark character. My idea is "Saw" meets "Godfather Two." Proven track record, both genres. Young wiseguy, assassin, gets betrayed by his people. They whack 'im, leave his body parts in dumpsters all around the city. Long story short, he is put back together by science, or maybe it's supernatural. And he gets f**kin' payback on everyone who f**ked 'im over, includin' the c**t he was engaged to. She was gettin' porked by his boss the night the hero was killed. We'll have a meeting tomorrow. We hear what you've fleshed out before we go ta script. Bing. Two Thirty. Don't make me come look fer you.
• Vote for this Quote! • September 21st, 2007 Christopher Moltisanti: You were at South Mountain Arena yesterday, tryin' ta buy a gun from that asshole in the snack shop.
Anthony Junior: Who told you that?
Christopher Moltisanti: We know how you feel, but you can't do this.
Anthony Junior: I can't believe you know this. Who told you this?
Bobby Baccilieri: Look, if my pops was layin' in there shot up, I'd be thinkin' the same thing.
Christopher Moltisanti: But you can't go there.
Anthony Junior: Yeah, why the f**k not?
Bobby Baccilieri: Listen ta me, I'm your uncle. Ay, Junior's in federal lockup. No one's gettin' ta him there.
Anthony Junior: Well, it's difficult, but not impossible.
Christopher Moltisanti: Vito already pulls down more scratch than anybody, from the unions.
Paulie Walnuts: Let 'im go ta the hospital first. That fat f**kin' kiss-ass. I'm buyin' Tony a nice little stereo fer the room.
Christopher Moltisanti: He don't need that.
Ahmed: Chris!
Christopher Moltisanti: Oh. Ahmed. You guys here again? You oughta put up a tent on this f**kin' bar.
Ahmed: How's Tony? The girl said that he was hurt pretty bad...
Christopher Moltisanti: He's keepin' his d**k up.
Silvio Dante: He was a good kid, Raymond.
Tony Soprano: The best.
Paulie Walnuts: At least he went fast. Not like Dick Barone, poor f**k.
Bobby Baccilieri: Dick Barone died?
Silvio Dante: Lou Gehrig's disease.
Christopher Moltisanti: You ever think what a coincidence it is that Lou Gehrig died of Lou Gehrig's disease?
Christopher Moltisanti: (about Dwight Harris) F**k him. I hope that parasite eats his asshole up.
• Vote for this Quote! • September 21st, 2007 Benny Fazio: Everybody with eyes in the back o' their head. Shit, I was Tony's driver.
Christopher Moltisanti: It's amazing. You want me ta be honest? The favoritism Tony still shows for our f**kin' cousin after what he's done? What does Tony B. have on this guy? And I'm supposed ta maybe take a bullet for this skeeve.
Silvio Dante: After all your uncle's done for you? I need ta get into specifics?
Christopher Moltisanti: That's the guy Adriana. My uncle Tony. The guy I'm goin' to hell for.
• Vote for this Quote! • September 20th, 2007 Adriana La Cerva: Don't talk like that! You're a better man than he is - a better person.
Christopher Moltisanti: F**k all this s**t with Paulie and all, you know what hurts me worse, right to my heart. Him and our asswipe cousin, that two-faced c**ksucker. He can get us all killed with New York, and him Tony has to think about what to do with him now, after all this s**t. Me, he don't need to f**kin' think! Well, maybe I need to think! Ever thought of that, you fat f**kin' scumbag!!!
Christopher Moltisanti: F**k this piece of s**t! I'm done!! You hear me? Put my life on the line, my f**kin' life.
Adriana La Cerva: Baby I hate seein' you like this!
Christopher Moltisanti: F**k family! F**k loyalty. It costs 'em a dime, you're a f**kin' pariah! I gave that f**k pieces of my soul, Adriana. You know what he said to me? He said I should have a f**kin' drink!
Adriana La Cerva: When?
Christopher Moltisanti: Up there when we were up in Uncle Pat's farm!
Adriana La Cerva: Well you don't need to listen to him. Isn't that why you have a sponsor?
Christopher Moltisanti: Him and Tony B. Breakin' my balls! Teasin' me like when I was little. I mean, what kind of f**ked up, underminin' s**t is that to tell someone who's got the disease. You know I could take him out in a second that fat f**k! BANG! His kids wouldn't even give a s**t!
