Mobster Quotes & Sayings

The following year, on June 20, 1947, not suspecting what was about to happen, Bugsy Siegel was sitting on a couch in the living room of Virginia Hill's home at 810 Linden Drive in Beverly Hills. As he was reading a newspaper, an assassin fired a number of shots, from a rifle, through the front window. Siegel was shot twice in the head, with one bullet exiting his skull near the bridge of his nose, causing his left eye to be blown out of its socket. He was also hit twice in the torso. His death was instantaneous and the graphic photos of his bullet-riddled body made headline news. Although there were enough suspects to go around, Eddie Cannizzaro, the "Cat Man," a connected west coast mobster, made a deathbed confession that he was the one who carried out the contract. Although the case isn't closed, it is cold and will most likely remain so, as it rests on the desk of Detective Les Zoeller of the Los Angeles Police Department. — Hank Bracker

She reached out and touched the bright colors of the cashmere scarf, her face filled with wonder as much as shock. "This ... this is Ibrahim's scarf ... it's a family heirloom ... "
"No, it belongs to this mobster guy named Abe ...
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"Mom," I said disbelievingly. "You know Abe."
"Yes, Rose. I know him."
"Please don't tell me ... "
Oh, man. Why couldn't I have been an illegitimate half-royal like Robert Doru? Or even the mail-man's daughter?
"Please don't tell me Abe is my father ... "
She didn't have to tell me. It was all over her face.
"Oh God, " I said. "I'm Zmey's daughter. Zmey Junior. Zmeyette, even."
That got her attention. She looked up at me. "What on earth are you talking about?"
"Nothing," I said. — Richelle Mead

I've been hooked on films ever since I can remember renting VHS tapes. But who got me hooked? I think life did. There wasn't a person or a mentor that got me hooked. I think it was the films themselves that influenced me. A specific memory that comes to mind is watching 'Goodfellas' when I was 12 and thought Robert De Niro looked so cool sitting at the bar smoking a cigarette and contemplating his next "move". I actually would copy his faces gestures and try and get into his mind frame. I would borrow mad dad's clothes and pretend I was a Mobster. So I guess I have to thank Robert DeNiro. — Jaime Zevallos

It takes many steppingstones, you know, for a man to rise. None can do it unaided — Joseph Bonanno

I can't stand squealers, hit that guy! — Albert Anastasia

Bugsy Siegel. The mobster with the beautiful blue eyes. — Cesar Romero

If there is a will, there is always a way my friend — Richard Kuklinski

What happened to the perp?" "Perp?" "The piece of crap who tried to kill my wife. Where is he now?" There was a pause, then, "Well, uh, you see, the guy - he's in the parking lot right now." "What's he doing there? Is he being arrested?" "Actually, he's resting. As a matter of fact, he's going to be resting for a really long time." Nick understood the term. "Tommy, by any chance did he stumble upon an open window? — Gary Ponzo

When I got home, I poured myself one last quick drink. I took a deep sip and let the warm liquor travel to destinations well known. Yes, I drink. But I'm not a drunk. That's not denial. I know I flirt with being an alcoholic. I also know that flirting with alcoholism is about as safe as flirting with a mobster's underage daughter. But so far, the flirting hasn't led to coupling. I'm smart enough to know that might not last. Chloe — Harlan Coben

'The Sopranos' gets praised as novelistic, but it follows the most banal of life patterns, showing the sheer tedium of being a mobster. It has dead spots, boring plotlines, weak episodes. Characters develop slowly, or don't. Like viewers, a gangster might get bored, fade out of the action, then come back to find none of his debts forgotten. — Rob Sheffield

The great thing about Europe is that things have not been represented [as much]. If you open the door of a bar in Brooklyn in a film you know exactly who is the mobster, who is the nice guy, who is the drunk, who's the waitress, who's the lonely heart. If you push open the door to a bar in Antwerp or Lisbon or Rotterdam, people will talk five different languages. You don't know who's who. You don't know if that guy is a banker or a mobster. — Thomas Bidegain

A boy has never wept ... nor dashed a thousand kin — Dutch Schultz

Her recoil confirmed the disgust Grant felt inside. Who was he kidding, trying to put Vladimir and Andrei behind bars? He was no different from his father. Then he remembered Sophie's words.
"You're not like them. You're my McSailor."
A soft touch made him smile, thinking of Bonnie, before he realized it was Innochka's hand stroking his face. The touch of a mobster's girlfriend. He leaped back, still crouched on his feet. — Jennifer Lane

We don't break our captains. We kill them. — Vincent Gigante

Nothing personal, it's just business — Otto Berman

I thought, how do you confuse violent Russian mobsters? Well, by being silly! — Terry Gilliam

No one will ever kill me, they wouldn't dare — Carmine Galante

I'm funny how, I mean funny like I'm a clown? — Joe Pesci

Through the open window, Ronan asked evenly, You gonna race with those shades on, you Bulgarian mobster Jersey trash piece of shit? — Maggie Stiefvater

The mobster came by my establishment and said I needed protection. "Nope," I replied, "I've already got protection." Then I showed him how I wear a rubber glove over my penis, with my shaft sliding perfectly in the pinky finger slot. — Jarod Kintz

Brendan wasn't sure how he felt about having someone defend his honor. He might look like some fairy tale prince, but he'd never thought of himself as soft or weak, someone that needed rescuing. But then he'd never had mobster bitches from hell on his ass either. — Darien Cox

I definitely would like to do something serious. Not like a love story, but serious like maybe a gangster or a mobster. A gang or a mob movie would be great. — Jason Mewes

I like to be myself. Misery loves company — Anthony Corallo

Six month of sitting home, six month of doing absolutely nothing but watching TV, going out, sleeping, getting drunk and sleeping again. Oh no, wait, I was busy with something, I was doing some renovations in my new apartment. Which legally became mine only a month ago. Yep, that's what all my life has been about, spontaneous decisions and living in the moment. Because right now technically I'm a 25-year-old illegal immigrant from Russia, four years in New York, no papers, no work authorization, no work itself. Only a crazy life filled with restaurants, shops, beauty salons, clubs and restaurants again. How is it all possible? Very simple. I used to be a stripper. — Ellie Midwood

Nothin' taken for granted, just learn from my mistakes.
My will too strong, my spirit's somethin' they can't take. — Slim The Mobster

Murders came with smiles, shooting people was no big deal for us Goodfellas. — Henry Hill

I thought of how proud he was when he took the marks- cutting the skin of his throat in a long slash and then packing it with ashes until keloid scars rose up.
He called it his second smile. — Holly Black

In the life of a mobster truth doesn't really matter. — Abdulazeez Henry Musa

It's a law enforcement axiom. But who better to help bust a crack dealer than another crack dealer? Who better to bring down a mob boss than another mobster? As long as there have been cops, they've been making deals with informants, — John Shiffman

A male star named "T.T. Boy" ... is a legend in the business [actor in commercial porn films]. T.T. Boy does not look at all glamorous - he's a small, tough-guy, assistant mobster type; sometimes he chews gum during his lovemaking scenes. He pounds his partners ... Once memorably described as 'nothing more than a life-support system for his penis,' he got the kind of admiring, solid applause reserved for a large artillery piece going by in a parade. — George Plimpton

I couldn't believe I'd so completely lost track of time, but I'd had monsters to fight, a police interrogation to deal with, a graveyard to search, my dad to send home, a mobster's brother's death to avert, a new job to learn, and an illegal auction to attend. It was a wonder I got anything done, really. — Karen Marie Moning

There's no such thing as good money or bad money.There's just money. — Lucky Luciano

Thank god for Vegas. Seriously.
A lobotomy wasn't as effective as a weekend three hours of Red Bull away (from LA, not Pismo) where I wore the thinnest pinned stilettos, gambled like a sweaty degenerate mobster in black loafers, drank like Amy Winehouse and Charles Bukowski's baby, and snorted throat-dripping lines of coke in a Hard Rock Hotel bathroom with four new best friends. I'd giddily rub off any one of those from the to-do list I wrote in eyeliner on my hotel bathroom mirror. — Christy Heron

A mobster who knew Trump socially said of him once, "He'd lie to you about what time of day it is - just for the practice. — John Connolly

Four fifty-four for gas ... because we have nobody that calls up OPEC ... and say, [mobster voice] 'That. Price. Better. Get. Lower. And it better. Get. Lower. Fast.' — Donald Trump

Thomas," the boss said. "How's your father doing?" "He's good, Sal." Always the family questions first. That was Sal Demenci's style. He could be about to whack someone and he'd ask how the guy's sister was doing in school. — Gary Ponzo

We took care of Kennedy — Sam Giancana

Mobster stories are always a harder sell for me. I don't romanticize organize crime the way others do, though I can be swayed. — Hank Stuever

So you admit of your own free will that you chose to date the most dangerous Russian mobster on the FBI's radar?" I looked him right in the eye and said, "I think that you need to go, because as far as I am concerned, the government crossed a line when they sent you to monitor who I fuck. — Suzanne Steele

A nurse interrupted the conversation by appearing in the doorway to tell a beaming Matt Holden and Leta that they'd just become grandparents. It was a fine, healthy boy, and as soon as they had Mrs. Winthrop in a room, everyone could come and see him in the nursery. She darted a worried glance toward a group of taciturn men in sunglasses and dark suits, facing another group in casual dress but looking at windows as if they might be contemplating a break-out. And one of those men bore a striking resemblance to a mobster ...
She beat a hasty retreat back into the safety of the surgical ward. That baby was going to have some very odd visitors. — Diana Palmer

I have killed no men, that, in the first place, didn't deserve killing — Mickey Cohen