Fat Sam Quotes in Bugsy Malone (1976)

Fat Sam: Do nothing. Act like everything is normal: Tutto coso sono buono.

Knuckles: Er... what does that mean, Boss?

Fat Sam: You can't speak Italian?

Knuckles: No, Boss, I'm Jewish.

Fat Sam: Then read the translations!

Knuckles: [reading translations which reads: Everything's Hunky Dory] Oh. Oh, alles is gut!

Fat Sam: Is he there?

Tallulah: No. There's no answer.

[hanging up]

Fat Sam: Then get him to me - poysonally.

Tallulah: Personally?

Fat Sam: [hand gestures] Poysonally.

Tallulah: Poysonally.

[first lines]

Fat Sam: Someone once said, "If it was raining brains, Roxy Robinson wouldn't even get wet." Roxy had spent his whole life making two and two into five, but he could smell trouble like other people could smell gas. But believe you's me, he should've never taken that blind alley by the side of Parido's Bakery. Whatever game it was everybody was playing, sure as eggs is eggs, Roxy the Weasel had been scrambled.

Fat Sam: [as the speakeasy is closing down for the night and everyone is leaving] Tallulah! How much longer you want us to wait?

Tallulah: [sweetly yet slightly sarcastically] Coming honey, you don't want me to look a mess, do you sweetheart?

Fat Sam: Snap it up, will ya?

Tallulah: Put your flaps down tiger or else you'll take off.

Fat Sam: [annoyed] You spend more time prettying yourself up then there is time in the day!

Tallulah: [pointedly] Listen honey, if I didn't look this good, you wouldn't give me the time of day.

Fat Sam: [rejectedly] I'll see you in the car!

Fat Sam: [becoming aggravated as Knuckles is cracking his knuckles repeatedly] Don't do that, Knuckles!

Knuckles: It's how I got my name, boss.

Fat Sam: Well knock it off or else change your name!

Fat Sam: Louis, over there into the corner.

Louis: Me boss? Why me, boss?

Fat Sam: Louis, into the corner.

Louis: What'd I do boss?

Fat Sam: Nothing Louis.

[throws pie at Louis and misses]

Fat Sam: Ya see? Missed. Okay Louis, you can sit down now.

[repeated line]

Fat Sam: Come back tomorrow.

Fat Sam: I got some reds.

Fletch: You don't mean communists, do you, Sam?