Jimmy Hoffa Quotes in Hoffa (1992)

Jimmy Hoffa: If a guy's close to you, you can't slight 'im. You can't slight that guy. A real grievance can be resolved; differences can be resolved. But an imaginary hurt, a slight - that motherfucker gonna hate you 'til the day he dies.

Jimmy Hoffa: Someone oughtta shoot that motherfucker! Let 'im organize the dead!

Jimmy Hoffa: I'm gonna give ya a piece of advice. Don't ask for something if it's a burden to ya if ya get it.

Jimmy Hoffa: Never let a stranger in your cab, in your house or in your heart... unless he is a friend of labor.

[while handcuffed]

Bobby Ciaro: I can't even scratch myself.

Jimmy Hoffa: Do you itch?

Bobby Ciaro: No.

Jimmy Hoffa: What the fuck are you complaining about then?

Jimmy Hoffa: [to Frank] You know what they used to say in the old days, tell me now or else I'm going to find out about it anyway.

Bobby Ciaro: Someday, your gonna be president of the United States.

Jimmy Hoffa: Fuck that. Someday, I'm gonna be president of the Teamsters.

Reporter: You could've anticipated this.

Jimmy Hoffa: In every conflict there are casualties. The question is, what has been lost and what has been gained?

Reporter: What about...

Jimmy Hoffa: Make the rest of it up yourself!

Jimmy Hoffa: [to Bobby Ciaro, on Carol D'Allesandro, who has kept him waiting for hours, in his car, for a "simple meeting"] You fuckin' Wops!... You people... Ya cocksucker, why you wanna be born into a race like this?

Jimmy Hoffa: [Cut to conversation with Robert Kennedy] ... and fuck you, too! Guy need his brother elected fuckin' President of the United States to get a job. You're a joke. You woulda been a bond salesman somewheres. You're the brother-in-law they make jokes about.

Robert Kennedy: I don't know what you're trying to prove, but you're proving it... you're proving it, Hoffa.

Jimmy Hoffa: I'm provin' what? You got nothin' on me. You got a TV show.

Robert Kennedy: The Justice Department has plenty on you, Mr. Hoffa.

Jimmy Hoffa: You don't impress me, and your office don't impress me, and your family don't impress me. Bunch of rumrunners. And I don't need 300 million dollars and my brother elected President to whop your fuckin' ass, you slimy little prick! I beat your ass, that trumped-up charge down south, I'm gonna beat you again! There is no organized crime, the Teamsters...

Robert Kennedy: [Interupting Hoffa] I am gonna see you in jail, Mr. Hoffa! In jail!

Jimmy Hoffa: For what? What did I fuckin' do?

Government Attorney: Your loans, Mr. Hoffa. Your loans, for one thing.

Jo Hoffa: The pension fund... the pension fund has the best record in the country on loans.

Robert Kennedy: Aw, bullshit!

Jimmy Hoffa: Best record in the country!

Robert Kennedy: Bullshit!

Jimmy Hoffa: For the working man! You ever heard of work? You know what work is?

Robert Kennedy: [Speaks to government attorney, then back to Hoffa] Look, I want this man in jail, and I'm not going to stop until I see you behind bars!

Jimmy Hoffa: Who in the fuck are you? Who the fuck are you? Fuck you, and fuck your threats, and fuck your brother!

Robert Kennedy: [Leaps out of his chair] What did you say?

Jimmy Hoffa: [as he leaves room and slams door] You heard me!

Robert Kennedy: [Walks towards door] What the fuck did you say?

Robert Kennedy: [Yelling towards closed door] I don't succumb to pressure, and I don't succumb to threats!

Cop: You think someday, you're gonna organize the cops?

Jimmy Hoffa: Hey that's easy, someday, I'm gonna organize the crooks.

Jimmy Hoffa: [to Bobby] Life's a negotiation, it's all give and take.

Jimmy Hoffa: What do I want you to do? I want you to kill the cocksucker! I want you to stuff his arms up his ass, that's what I fuckin' want!

Bobby Ciaro: He wants to know what you're scared of.

Jimmy Hoffa: Tell him it's none of his fucking business.

Frank Fitzsimmons: I'm gonna go and get laid. Come with me.

Jimmy Hoffa: Ahh, I'm busy. You go get laid.

Jimmy Hoffa: They been feeding ya dogshit! Been telling ya it's Cream of Wheat!

[first lines]

Bobby Ciaro: Want me to go call him up?

Jimmy Hoffa: Uh-unh.

Bobby Ciaro: Want a cup of coffee?

Jimmy Hoffa: No.

Bobby Ciaro: Want to go?

[Hoffa gives him a scornful glance]

Bobby Ciaro: You okay?

Jimmy Hoffa: Yeah.

[last lines]

Trucker in diner: Mr. Hoffa?

Jimmy Hoffa: Yeah, that's right.

Scialla: [Speaking Italian]

Bobby Ciaro: [Translating into English] he says you're costing a lot of money and you're pissing on his whole operation.

Scialla: [Speaking Italian]

Jimmy Hoffa: You want...

Bobby Ciaro: He said to shut up.

Scialla: [Speaking Italian]

Bobby Ciaro: [Translating into English] he says why shouldn't he take you into an alley and beat you until you beg for death?

Scialla: [Speaking Italian]

Bobby Ciaro: This is the question.

Scialla: [Speaking Italian]

Bobby Ciaro: When you fuck with his livelihood and the livelihood of the people under is protection

Scialla: [Speaking Italian]

Bobby Ciaro: [Translating into English] why shouldn't he kill you?

Scialla: [Speaking Italian]

Bobby Ciaro: [Translating into English] he says if you were in his place what would you do?