Rescue Me Quotes
Sheila: Furniture.
Tommy: What, you want me to move stuff?
Sheila: Food, furniture, smitten.
Tommy: I have no idea what you're talking about. Now, I got to get this done, and I got to get out of here, so...
Sheila: See, that's how it works for me. A fine Italian sofa, couple of glasses of wine, fresh handmade pasta in a white sauce, and a man that I am so begoggled by that just the sight of his ass in the right pair of jeans or a glimpse of his shoulder bursting from a short sleeve is enough to make me want to tear off all his clothes and just go. Smitten. You see...right now, that guy is you. And you leave...I'm eventually gonna find someone else, and the same goes for her. You see...you're not the only cock on this walk, brother. But still...after all the bullshit...I still get wet when I watch you or when I hear the sound of your voice. You choose me, and you know what you're getting both in and out of bed. You know how I kiss, you know how I taste...and I happen to know that you like that taste. You see...the spark and the edge on that very fine line that we ride, when you've got my legs hung hard around your hips and there's sweat and there's a hum...and there is this need, this really deep hunger that...is so deep that we could just swallow each other whole. And then evaporate in ecstasy. That all goes away. And as far as my crazy train is concerned, I'm not the one who sees my dead husband. How's he doing, by the way?
Tommy: What, you want me to move stuff?
Sheila: Food, furniture, smitten.
Tommy: I have no idea what you're talking about. Now, I got to get this done, and I got to get out of here, so...
Sheila: See, that's how it works for me. A fine Italian sofa, couple of glasses of wine, fresh handmade pasta in a white sauce, and a man that I am so begoggled by that just the sight of his ass in the right pair of jeans or a glimpse of his shoulder bursting from a short sleeve is enough to make me want to tear off all his clothes and just go. Smitten. You see...right now, that guy is you. And you leave...I'm eventually gonna find someone else, and the same goes for her. You see...you're not the only cock on this walk, brother. But still...after all the bullshit...I still get wet when I watch you or when I hear the sound of your voice. You choose me, and you know what you're getting both in and out of bed. You know how I kiss, you know how I taste...and I happen to know that you like that taste. You see...the spark and the edge on that very fine line that we ride, when you've got my legs hung hard around your hips and there's sweat and there's a hum...and there is this need, this really deep hunger that...is so deep that we could just swallow each other whole. And then evaporate in ecstasy. That all goes away. And as far as my crazy train is concerned, I'm not the one who sees my dead husband. How's he doing, by the way?
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Needles: Lou, we're not putting him in the ring with Keira Knightley. We are gonna find the biggest, ugliest, meanest lesbian on this planet.
Lou: Hillary Clinton would never do this.
Needles: She's not a lesbian.
Lou: Yeah, I know, but would you fight her?
Needles: Not without weapons.
Lou: Hillary Clinton would never do this.
Needles: She's not a lesbian.
Lou: Yeah, I know, but would you fight her?
Needles: Not without weapons.
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Needles: In my heaven, every man that's ever done this job and laid down his life in the line of duty, like the 343 from 9/11, they get the best seats in the house.
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Damien: Do you believe in heaven?
Lou: Yes, I do.
Sean: What's heaven like for you?
Lou: Free hot doughnuts on floating trays.
Franco: What about hell?
Lou: Barbra Streisand.
Sean: Is she singing?
Lou: No, she's not singing. She's alone. She's just there. She's just kinda loitering, and I'm burning up in flames. They're lickin' my body, and she's just standing there a couple yards away, just looking at me with that weird, crazed, kinda go-funny eye of hers just glarin' at me. For Hitler, she'd be singing.
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Damien: Do you believe in heaven?
Lou: Yes, I do.
Sean: What's heaven like for you?
Lou: Free hot doughnuts on floating trays.
Franco: What about hell?
Lou: Barbra Streisand.
Sean: Is she singing?
Lou: No, she's not singing. She's alone. She's just there. She's just kinda loitering, and I'm burning up in flames. They're lickin' my body, and she's just standing there a couple yards away, just looking at me with that weird, crazed, kinda go-funny eye of hers just glarin' at me. For Hitler, she'd be singing.
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Dickie: My name is Dick, but my first day on the job, my first call, I kid you not, a bird shits on my head. Plop.
Feinberg: It's supposed to be good luck when that happens.
Dickie: Hey! I'm still here, huh? 18 years up in the Bronx, 29 years down here.
Feinberg: Listen, Dickie. You know why we're here. I wanted to...
Dickie: I'm gonna cut you off at the pass, Sid, save us all some time. It wasn't an easy decision. We took a lot of factors into consideration.
Needles: Okay, what sort of factors were considered?
Dickie: Let me finish. There were three of us making final recommendations to headquarters. And I gotta tell you, as much as nobody likes to see houses closing, I think we did a goddamn good job in terms of getting rid of some, you know, overlapping services and some underperforming houses and–I gotta be honest–one or two trouble houses.
Feinberg: I know we got a couple of bad apples. I'm not gonna deny that. But our response times are solid. Calls are up 20%. Your guys up on the West Side, they're gonna be beating their ass trying to...
Dickie: It's done, Sid. Okay? You want to sit and talk about the old days for a couple of minutes? Please. But your house is closed, and I'm not discussing it any further.
Feinberg: [resigned sigh] Okay.
Needles: "Okay"? "Okay"? That's all the fight you got.
Feinberg: I'd like to talk to Dick alone, okay?
Needles: No, I'll talk to him. Dick, I'm not your old pal, which means I don't have to sit here and eat your shit sandwich with a big smile on my face.
Dickie: Who is this guy?
Needles: You know who I am. I'm one of the new guys–you know, the pseudo-chiefs you old-timers can't stand. But I got a good crew under me, and breaking us up isn't gonna do the department any goddamn good. Plus, I got a neighborh
Feinberg: It's supposed to be good luck when that happens.
Dickie: Hey! I'm still here, huh? 18 years up in the Bronx, 29 years down here.
Feinberg: Listen, Dickie. You know why we're here. I wanted to...
Dickie: I'm gonna cut you off at the pass, Sid, save us all some time. It wasn't an easy decision. We took a lot of factors into consideration.
Needles: Okay, what sort of factors were considered?
Dickie: Let me finish. There were three of us making final recommendations to headquarters. And I gotta tell you, as much as nobody likes to see houses closing, I think we did a goddamn good job in terms of getting rid of some, you know, overlapping services and some underperforming houses and–I gotta be honest–one or two trouble houses.
Feinberg: I know we got a couple of bad apples. I'm not gonna deny that. But our response times are solid. Calls are up 20%. Your guys up on the West Side, they're gonna be beating their ass trying to...
Dickie: It's done, Sid. Okay? You want to sit and talk about the old days for a couple of minutes? Please. But your house is closed, and I'm not discussing it any further.
Feinberg: [resigned sigh] Okay.
Needles: "Okay"? "Okay"? That's all the fight you got.
Feinberg: I'd like to talk to Dick alone, okay?
Needles: No, I'll talk to him. Dick, I'm not your old pal, which means I don't have to sit here and eat your shit sandwich with a big smile on my face.
Dickie: Who is this guy?
Needles: You know who I am. I'm one of the new guys–you know, the pseudo-chiefs you old-timers can't stand. But I got a good crew under me, and breaking us up isn't gonna do the department any goddamn good. Plus, I got a neighborh
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