Costa Quotes in Attack (1956)

Costa: Listen to me, Cooney! If you put me and my men in a wringer - -if you send us out there and let us hang - -I swear, I swear by all that's holy, I'll come back. I'll come back and take this grenade and shove it down your throat and pull the pin!

Costa: Cooney. I'm going to give you something to think about. If I ever lose another man on account of you, just one, you'll never see the States again.

Ed Malone: [after the "brontosaurus" had destroyed the helicopter] My radio's gone with it. That's the last of my wire stories, the end of outside contact.

Costa: The End of us.

Thomas: [holding the gnome] How did this thing get up here? Was someone in my parent's room?

Costa: It's a gnome. I guess he gets around. Who cares, man?

Thomas: Well, I just don't want people up here. Besides it's creepy. Look at him. JB, what are you looking for?

JB: Looking to see if your dad has condoms. I'm working on something downstairs.

Costa: The only thing you're working on is diabetes, you fat fuck.

Costa: [after the midget drives the car into the pool] Wow. I don't know how to fix this. I don't know how to fix any of this shit. I'm sorry Thomas. I just wanted to get some pussy.

JB: Holy shit, dude. It's Miles Teller.

Thomas: Dude, it is. That's him! Holy shit.

JB: He's so badass.

Costa: Yeah, my boy's starting at second base for USC.

JB: I heard he got sent to detention once and wound up banging the teacher.

Costa: Mi-Tell! What's crackin' bro? We go to North Pas.

Thomas: Yeah, dude, big fans.

Costa: Huge fans.

Miles: Cool. Awesome.

Costa: Look, we're making a movie.

JB: Invite him, man. Come on.

Thomas: Okay. Listen, Miles, we're having a little soiree at my place tonight. If you wanna swing by it should be.

Costa: [interrupts] Teller, my boy here is underselling this like a mother fucker. This shit's gonna be legit. You should definitely swing by.

Miles: Yeah, I can't. I actually have other plans tonight, so I might not make it.

Costa: Dude, think about it. It's on Dickens Street. We'd love to have you.

Miles: Dickens Street?

Costa: Yeah.

Miles: That's your party? You guys are throwing that? That's where I'm going. I heard it's gonna be fucking crazy, bro!

Thomas: That's my party. I'm Thomas Kub. It's my birthday today.

Miles: Yeah, I heard it's gonna be unlimited high school pussy and shit.

Costa: Dude, high school pussy for days.

Costa: [All 3 are sprawled on the front lawn] I love you guys. No seriously. Look I realize I can be like a huge dick sometimes, I'm really sorry for that.

Thomas: It's okay.

Costa: No it's not. JB, I'm sorry for buying you a bra on your birthday. That wasn't cool.

JB: Wasn't cool man.

Costa: And I'm sorry for all the times I called you "fat fuck." "Pudgy bitch." "Fudgy the whale." And I'm sorry for that time at your brother's Bar Mitzvah when I told everyone you look like Rosie O'Donnell because you don't.

JB: I don't.

Costa: I'm gonna go have a long cry, and then start calling some lawyers.

Costa: [holds up shot of liquor] Dax?

Dax: [off-screen, behind camera] Thank you. But I don't drink alcohol.

Costa: Okay, faggot.

Costa: [about the "Naked Girls Only" sign] The next time your pool guy comes by for a clean, he's gonna say, "Excuse me Mr. Kub, but I think I may have found some water in your semen."

Rob: Hey, Thomas. Look man I don't want to be a dick here or anything, but your friend Oliver came by earlier and told me you guys were having a little party but this is too much.

Thomas: Yeah. We actually should be winding down like midnight, maybe 1. Is that okay?

Rob: No, it's not. I'm sorry. The baby can't sleep and Melinda's gotta be up early for work.

Costa: Fuck yeah! My boy Rob is here to rage! Good to see you, brother.

Rob: Whoa, yeah. Actually I'm not raging, but I'm just telling Thomas it's time to shut it down.

Costa: You can't be serious. This is a great party. What the fuck?

Rob: I am serious because it's 11:30 at night and it's time to wrap it up.

JB: Hey, hey, hey. Why don't we just bring everyone to the back and lower the volume a bit.

Rob: Guys, this isn't a request! The party's over.

Costa: I guess we're just gonna have to agree to disagree then, aren't we?

Rob: Listen to me. Thomas, either shut it down or I'm calling the cops. Fine, fuck it! I'm calling the fucking cops.

[gets a taser shot by Everett]

Costa: Fuck! Oh shit!

JB: Jesus fucking Christ! What did you do that for?

Costa: [Rob punches Everett in the face] Are you fucking kidding me? I will fucking kill you!

Rob: The little fuck tazed me! I'm definitely calling the cops now!

Costa: You punched a kid in the face! I'm calling the cops on your ass now!

Rob: Do it, genius! It's all on tape. I just saw this mother fucker record it right here.

Dax: No, all I got was you punching that little child's face.

Rob: Fuck you!

Costa: Go home, Robert!

Costa: Mr. Kub, how cool is it that Thomas was born on your anniversary, yeah? What a great anniversary gift. A baby.

Costa: You fuck this up, I will stab you. I'm not kidding.

Costa: [Thomas and Costa are on the roof. The crowd below is chanting Thomas' name] Are you hearing this? This is your fucking Party man!

Thomas: You're right dude. I needed this.

Thomas: [All 3 lay on the front lawn, high on ecstasy] Hey guys? I hooked up with Kirby. I'm like, really into her.

Costa: Okay seriously Thomas, that's like cool and all, but she's like always been around. It's like hooking up with JB, but her tits are smaller.

JB: Hey.

Costa: I'm just saying. Kirby's sort of like, one of us. Tonights about the girls we never had a shot at. Tonight's about changing the game.

Thomas: [the three watch the party from the bathroom window] Where the fuck did all these people even come from? You know some guy down there told me he found out about the party on fucking Craigslist?

Costa: My dad met my step-mom on Craigslist.

Thomas: So you just put up my address on the fucking internet?

JB: Well, not just the internet.

Costa: Shut the fuck up JB!

Thomas: No wait, what the fuck is he talking about?

Costa: Okay, I had Jesse Marco put out an email blast and he may have called a radio station.

Thomas: You motherfuckers!

[repeated line]

Costa: Make sure you wear something tight!

Costa: The guy isn't going to do shit. He punched a 12-year old in the face.

Costa: Hey, we want some pussy!

Costa: [shoving Thomas' dog away] Get off me you little faggot dog.

Costa: Mama Kub and Papa Kub?

Thomas: Yeah. Those are my parents, asshole.

[first lines]

Costa: What up my lovely females? This is your boy Costa, your host for the evening. Behind me is Thomas Kub's house. Today is Thomas Kub's birthday,

[grabs crotch]

Costa: and this is Project X, yo.

Everett - Security Guard: Hey boss.

JB: What the fuck?

Costa: There he is! This is Everett and his boy Tyler. They're gonna be running security for the night.

Thomas: Are you serious? Are those nun-chucks?

Everett - Security Guard: Yeah.

Thomas: [laughing] Oh shit.

JB: You guys look like Ninjas.

Tyler: Ninjas are fucking pussies!

Costa: That's why I love this kid.

Tyler: You know it.

Costa: Seriously Thomas, with these two we got nothing to worry about.

Rob: [to Costa, as the neighborhood burns] Great party, buddy! You own me a fucking tree, you piece of shit!

Costa: [screaming] ALL I WAS DOING WAS HAVING A GOOD TIME, YOU COCK SUCKING MOTHERFUCKER! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!

Rob: You know where you're going? YOU'RE GOING TO JAIL, MOTHERFUCKER!

[the two boys tackle him]

Costa: That's my boy! SUCK MY DICK ROBERT! SUCK MY FUCKING DICK!

Rob: [as the riot police close in] Nice party buddy.

[points to a flaming tree in his front yard]

Rob: You owe me a fucking tree!

Costa: All we were trying to do was have a good time you cocksucking motherfucker! This is your fault!

Costa: Alexis was eye-fucking the shit out of you, and you got college girls on your dick. You're golden!

Thomas: Dude I'm so fucked.

Costa: [holds gnome in front of his crotch] Oh, I'm coming on Santa Claus's face!

Thomas: My parents are gonna crucify me if anything gets fucked up! You know what I don't care if everyone thinks I'm a dick, I'm getting them out of the house.

Costa: Dude come on.

[Thomas stands on a chair]

Costa: Dude what the fuck are you doing? Thomas! Please don't embarrass me like this!

Thomas: Hey listen up!

Alexis: Yeah, Thomas! Woow!

[Crowd cheers]

Costa: Where the fuck is your drink Thomas?

Thomas: I'm not doing beverages.

Costa: What the fuck does that even mean?

Gus: The greeks invented hockey.

Costa: Yes. Because what do you play hockey on? Ice.

Aristotle: What is the greek word for ice? Pago.

Costa: Pago, puck. There you go.

Aristotle: There you go.

Gus: There you go.

Gus: Now, give me a word, any word; and I will show you how the root of that word is greek.

Costa: Uuuuh, facebook.

Gus: Huh, the greeks invented facebook. We called it the telephone.

Costa: Come on, Illeana, you didn't fall for James Costa. Someone as beautiful and powerful as you doesn't fall for a faggy art dealer. Okay?

Paquette: What kind of gun did he have?

Costa: He had the kind that leaves really big holes in people.

Illeana: Fuck you.

Costa: Fuck you? Yeah, I did fuck you. Remember making love with those pictures of the dead people around us? Let's face it, Illeana, an ordinary person does not love that as much as we did.

Costa: [talking to the police detectives after the operation in the night club was interrupted] Have you ever been fishing? The bait always dies.

Costa: Is he dead?

Illeana: Drop the weapon!

Costa: Is he dead?

Illeana: Drop the weapon!

Costa: [panicking] IS HE DEAD? IS HE DEAD? IS HE DEAD?