Of Mice And Tony

I'm at the crossroads of my life and I'm a little scared... and you're standin' here with this goofy grin on your face.

Did I stop yet?

You know, losin' every game is a new garage record.

I never thought anything would make me feel sorry for Louie... and I was right.

You all like Ignatowski? Shut up or he's a cocker spaniel.

No brains, no pain.

She's not guys.

I want Houston and Oakland.

Hut, hut, hut, hut. Hut.

Commie judges.

That's silly. Silly? Okay. Thanks a lot, Alex. You bet. Ow!

Would you like me to go home and wash my hair?

I don't think there's time for that, Tom.

Thanks for the 'Mr. Banta.'

And, uh, here's the phone you always have on your table when you eat here.

Banta Management... Oh, it was personal.

I just hope he can fight better than he talks.

When? When the pretzels start dancin'.

When they all start dancing... the fox-trot.

Oh, quite all right, Tommy. Set me up with a pint, would you? Oh, that's a good fellow.

Could we change the station on the telly, please? Uh, Masterpiece Theater is beginning an adaptation of The Moon and Sixpence. Need I say more?

Oh, Alistair, I'm mad for your tailor.

Oh, Alistair, I'm mad for your tailor.

I consider this a breach of good taste.

Go back to merry old nutland.

Go back to merry old nutland.

There's still such a thing as a strong letter to the Times, you know.

Construction.

Well, it's, uh, something to think about.

My grandmother could've kicked it better than that dumb Rumanian!

My life is manure!

Would you feel better if I gave you the money you just lost? Of course I would. Well, too bad. I don't have it.

You pulled my ear. I pulled your leg.

Oh, some crummy place, couldn't even afford menus. I mean, the guy came around and told you what you got to eat.

So what'd you tell 'em? I went for the veal.

Well, I don't want 'em here. I already got 'em tickets.

Just when I was gettin' used to saying, 'Give him air, give him air.'

like I had a albacore hangin' around my neck.

I got $5,200 in cash, Reiger. I got $2,400 here, I got $2,400 here, I got a hundred dollars here and a hundred dollars here and $200 in Chase Manhattan.

How long's Banta been training him? A couple of weeks. Please!

They're gone, God. Let's talk bucks! Bucks!

Don't say ootch! Get him.

That was quite a knockout. I've never seen anybody go out like that and I'm an anesthesiologist.

How about $5,000? That's plenty.

Take it and die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die with festering boil. Die! Die! Die!

What a guy.

Where do you want to eat? How about Mario's? Perfect.