Harry Buscafusco Quotes in Vibes (1988)

Harry Buscafusco: May I ask, why d'ya keep a shotgun in your apartment?

Sylvia Pickel: It's not really mine. An old boyfriend left it here.

Harry Buscafusco: Why did he keep it?

Sylvia Pickel: I don't really know. You don't ask a guy named Icepick too many questions.

Harry Buscafusco: Y'know what's happening here? You two are feelin' a lot of sexual tension as a result of the near miss in Nick's tent last night. Why don't you guys work that out? I'll turn around, give you a couple minutes. Have a good time.

Nick Deezy: [Immediately] Harry, you can turn around now.

Harry Buscafusco: Already? I'd see a doctor about that.

Nick Deezy: [as they set off to find Harry, Jr., Nick holds the shirt Harry gave him] This isn't your son's shirt.

Harry Buscafusco: Sure it is.

Nick Deezy: No. This shirt's only been worn by one man, an older man much too old to be your son.

Harry Buscafusco: Did I say my son? No! I'm sorry. I'm *his* son. It's my father that's missin', Harry, Sr.

Nick Deezy: He's not that old, he's about your age.

Harry Buscafusco: I'm adopted. My mother remarried. One of my high school buddies. She saw his picture in my yearbook and, WHAMMO.

Nick Deezy: [Sylvia and Nick are kissing] You know, I'm curious. When did you decide you liked me?

Sylvia Pickel: Oh... I guess when you tried to save my life. I... I appreciated that. I thought back then, He's really nice. I thought, If there was ever anything I could do for him, I will.

Nick Deezy: What do you mean?

Sylvia Pickel: What do you mean?

Nick Deezy: Do for me? What, like now?

Sylvia Pickel: What's happening here? A minute ago you were ready to disappear down my throat.

Nick Deezy: I don't know. This is, uh, starting to sound a little like... charity.

Sylvia Pickel: I must have said the wrong words. I admit, I'm not that smart. I'm not a museum person.

Nick Deezy: Well, you know, the way it's coming out, you're looking for a little action, there's nobody here but me and Harry, and I won. But not by much.

Sylvia Pickel: Ok...

[adopts a sarcastic tone]

Sylvia Pickel: I want you bad, alright? I dream about you and me and a house in Long Island. I'm only half a woman 'til I make love to you.

[reverts to normal voice]

Sylvia Pickel: Are you happy now?

Nick Deezy: Must we spoil what's been a depraved and embarassing evening?

[Sylvia gasps]

Nick Deezy: No no no, please, not another word. This is just the way I want to forget you.

Sylvia Pickel: Screw you!

Nick Deezy: No thanks!

Sylvia Pickel: Boy, Nick, you really know how to show a girl a good time.

Harry Buscafusco: [enters the tent, hair set with pins and in a hairnet] Hey, I forgot to ask you. Can I sleep on this?

Sylvia Pickel: Who gives a shit?

[leaves the tent]

Harry Buscafusco: What's the matter with her?

Nick Deezy: I wouldn't sleep with her!

Harry Buscafusco: Really?

[grins]

Harry Buscafusco: Sylllviaaaa!

Nick Deezy: a women, she's dead

Harry Buscafusco: dead? a woman? where?

Nick Deezy: she's easy to find she's the one that's dea... that's odd

Sylvia Pickel: the police must have hauled her off

Nick Deezy: no no no, it's only been 5 minutes and we'd have hear the police. there'd be one of thos chalk outlines of the body

Harry Buscafusco: maybe she bounced, like outta the hotel. women are soft

Sylvia Pickel: a gang! a gang took her away so that no questions could be asked

Harry Buscafusco: so we're discounting the bouncing theory?

Nick Deezy: completely. a gang that's gonna take another shot at me.

Sylvia Pickel: Louise says gang

Harry Buscafusco: well gangs are not necessarily bad. ya know there are nice gangs, there was our gang, alfalfa, buckwheat...