Vinny Quotes in Atlantis: The Lost Empire (2001)
Vinny: We done a lot of things we're not proud of. Robbing graves, eh, plundering tombs, double parking. But, nobody got hurt. Well, maybe somebody got hurt, but nobody we knew.
Milo: Will you look at the size of this? It's gotta be half a mile high, at least. It-It must have taken hundred- No, thousands of years to carve this thing.
[Vinny blows it up, and it falls down over a chasm]
Vinny: Hey, look, I made a bridge. It only took me like, what? Ten seconds? Eleven, tops.
Vinny: Well, as far as me goes, I just like to blow things up.
Dr. Sweet: Come on, Vinny. Tell the kid the truth.
Vinny: My family owned a flower shop. We would sell roses, carnations, baby's breath, you name it. One day, I'm making about three dozen corsages for this prom, you know, the one they put on the wrist, and everybody, they come. "Where is it?", "When is it?", "Does it match my dress?" It's a nightmare. Anyway, I guess there was this leak next door of gas or what. BOOM! No more Chinese laundry. Blew me right through the front window. It was like a sign from God. I found myself that boom.
Milo: Excuse me, you dropped your dy-dy-dy-dynamite!
Milo: What else have you, uh, got in there?
Vinny: Oh, er... gunpowder, nitroglycerin, notepads, fuses, wicks, glue, and... paper clips, big ones. You know, just, uh, office supplies.
Vinny: You didn't just drink that, did you?
Vinny: That's not good! That's nitroglycerin.
Vinny: Don't move, eh, don't breathe, don't do anything. Except pray, maybe...
Mole: [jumps up behind Milo, scaring him] BOOM!
[Vinny and The Mole laugh]
[Rourke is driving off with the crystalized Kida]
Milo: We can't let him do this!
Vinny: [holds Milo back] Wait a second.
[after crossing the bridge, Rourke pushes a detonator and the bridge is blown up]
Vinny: Okay, now you can go.
Mole: The volcano, she awakes!
Vinny: [waving a lit stick of dynamite] Hey, I had nothing to do with it.
Milo: This is an illustration of the Leviathan, the creature guarding the entrance to Atlantis.
Vinny: With something like that I would have white wine, I think.
Preston B. Whitmore: Now, let's go over it again, just so we got it straight: you didn't find anything.
Vinny: No. Just a lot of rocks. And fish, little fish. Sponges.
Preston B. Whitmore: What happened to Helga?
Cookie: Well, we lost her when a flaming zeppelin come down on her...
[Audrey hits him with her parasol]
Cookie: Uh, missing.
Preston B. Whitmore: That's right. And Rourke?
Dr. Sweet: Nervous breakdown. You could say he went all to pieces.
Cookie: In fact, you could say he was transmogrified and then busted into a zillion...
[Audrey raises her parasol]
Cookie: He's missing too.
Helga: Someone needs to talk to that girl.
Mole: I will go!
Vinny: Someone with good people skills.
Mole: I will do it!
Dr. Sweet: Someone who won't scare her away.
Mole: I volunteer!
Wilhelmina: Someone who can speak the language.
Mole: For the good of the mission, I will go!
Commander Rourke: [to Milo, who is not paying attention] Good man, Thatch. Thanks for volunteering.
Vinny: I could unblock that if I had, like, two-hundred of these. Problem is, I only have, like, ten, plus three of my own, a couple of cherry bombs, road flare... Hey. Too bad we don't have some nitroglycerin, eh, Milo?
Mole: AH HA HA HA!
Milo: Okay. Here's the plan. We're gonna come in low and fast and take 'em by surprise.
Audrey: Well, I've got news for you, Milo. Rourke is never surprised and he's got a lot of guns.
Milo: Great. Well, do you have any suggestions?
Vinny: Yeah. Don't get shot!
Dr. Sweet: Hold on. Back up. Are you sayin' this whole volcano can blow at any time?
Mole: No, no, no, no. That would take an explosive force of great magnitude.
[everyone looks at Vinny, who is fiddling with a time bomb]
Vinny: [looks taken aback] Maybe I should do this later, huh?
Vinny: You got something sporty? You know, like a tuna?
Audrey: Hey, Milo. Don't you ever close that book?
Dr. Sweet: Yeah, you must've read it a dozen times by now
Milo: I know, but this... this doesn't make any sense. See, in this passage here, the shepherd seems to be leading up to something. He calls it the Heart of Atlantis. It could be the power source the legends refer to. But then it just... it cuts off. It's almost like there's a missing page.
Vinny: Kid, relax. We don't get paid overtime.
Milo: I know, I know. Sometimes I get a little carried away. But, hey, you know, that's what this is all about, right? I mean, discovery, teamwork, adventure. Unless, maybe, you're just in it for the money.
Dr. Sweet: Money.
Vinny: I'm gonna say... money.
Milo: Well, I guess I set myself up for that one.
[after Vinny shoots a policewoman]
Louie: Jesus, Vinny. You just iced a woman, you know that?
Vinny: You know what you are, Louie? You're a fuckin' male chauvinist pig.
Louie: What do you mean, I'm a male chauvinist pig? You just shot a broad.
Vinny: A cop. I just shot a cop. They wanna be equal? I made her equal.
Vinny: You know, Louie, there's one good thing about this Ghost Dog guy.
Louie: What's that, Vin?
Vinny: He's sending us out the old way. Like real fucking gangsters.
Vinny: What kind of areolas does she have? Pink, brown, or red?
Bullet Tooth Tony: So, you are obviously the big dick. The men on the side of ya are your balls. Now there are two types of balls. There are big brave balls, and there are little mincey faggot balls.
Vinny: These are your last words, so make them a prayer.
Bullet Tooth Tony: Now, dicks have drive and clarity of vision, but they are not clever. They smell pussy and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good old pussy, and have brought your two little mincey faggot balls along for a good old time. But you've got your parties muddled up. There's no pussy here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you are having second thoughts. You are shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with you. And the fact that you've got "Replica" written down the side of your guns...
[Zoom in on the side of Sol's gun, which indeed has "REPLICA" etched on the side; zoom out, as they sneak peeks at the sides of their guns]
Bullet Tooth Tony: And the fact that I've got "Desert Eagle point five O"...
[Withdraws his gun and puts it on the table]
Bullet Tooth Tony: Written down the side of mine...
[They look, zoom in on the side of his gun, which indeed has "DESERT EAGLE .50" etched on the side]
Bullet Tooth Tony: Should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now... Fuck off!
Tyrone: I don't want that dog dribbling on my seats.
Vinny: Your seats? Tyrone, this is a stolen car, mate.
[Tyrone just backed into Franky Four Fingers' van]
Tyrone: I didn't see it there.
Vinny: It's a four ton truck, Tyrone. Its not as if it's a packet of fucking peanuts, is it?
Tyrone: It was a funny angle.
[All three turn and look back at the truck]
Vinny: It's behind you Tyrone. Whenever you reverse, things come from behind you.
Vinny: I thought you said he was a getaway driver. What the fuck can he get away from, eh?
Brick Top: You're always gonna have problems lifting a body in one piece. Apparently the best thing to do is cut up a corpse into six pieces and pile it all together.
Sol: Would someone mind telling me, who are you?
Brick Top: And when you got your six pieces, you gotta get rid of them, because it's no good leaving it in the deep freeze for your mum to discover, now is it? Then I hear the best thing to do is feed them to pigs. You got to starve the pigs for a few days, then the sight of a chopped-up body will look like curry to a pisshead. You gotta shave the heads of your victims, and pull the teeth out for the sake of the piggies' digestion. You could do this afterwards, of course, but you don't want to go sievin' through pig shit, now do you? They will go through bone like butter. You need at least sixteen pigs to finish the job in one sitting, so be wary of any man who keeps a pig farm. They will go through a body that weighs 200 pounds in about eight minutes. That means that a single pig can consume two pounds of uncooked flesh every minute. Hence the expression, "as greedy as a pig".
Vinny: Well, thank you for that. That's a great weight off me mind. Now, if you wouldn't mind telling me who the fuck you are, apart from someone who feeds people to pigs of course?
Vinny: Why are we stopped here? What's wrong with that spot?
Tyrone: It's too tight.
Vinny: Too tight? You could land a jumbo fucking jet in that.
Sol: He's a natural, ain't you Tyrone?
Tyrone: 'course I am...
[reverses into parked van]
Vinny: A natural fucking idiot.
Vinny: Did he have four fingers?
Sol: I'm sorry, I couldn't get the bin-noc-u-lars out in time.
Vinny: What the fuck do you mean, replicas?
Sol: They look the shit, don't they? And nobody is gonna argue. And I've got some extra loud blanks, just in case.
Vinny: In... Oh, in case we have to deafen them to death?
Sol: What the fuck is that?
Vinny: Heh heh. This is a shotgun, Sol.
Sol: It's a fucking anti-aircraft gun, Vincent.
Vinny: Well I wanna raise some pulses, don't I?
Sol: You'll raise Hell. Never mind pulses.
[while robbing the bookies]
Sol: Are you all right there Vincent?
Vinny: I would be if you stopped using my name.
Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: [after shooting Frankie] Drop the gun, fat boy.
Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: [re: Frankie] You fucking idiots! He could not know my name. Give me the stone.
Vinny: [pointing] It's in the case.
Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: What?
[takes out his earplugs]
Vinny: It's in the case!
Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: You put the stone in the case? Then open the case and give me the stone.
Sol: The only man who knew the combination... you just shot.
Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: [mutters] Yob tvoyu mat...
[Russian, "fuck your mother"]
Vinny: [Vinny brings a dog into the shop while Sol is examining a diamond for Bad Bay Lincoln] Bad Boy. Sol.
Bad Boy Lincoln: Easy.
Sol: No, it's a moissanite.
Bad Boy Lincoln: A what-in-ite?
Sol: A moissanite is an artificial diamond, Lincoln. It's Mickey Mouse, mate. Spurious. Not genuine. And it's worth... fuck-all.
[he hands back the stone]
Vinny: Bad Boy, I keep tellin' ya, stick to being a gangster. Leave this game to me and Sol.
Bad Boy Lincoln: Laters.
[he walks out]
Sol: What is that, Vince?
Vinny: This is a dog, Sol.
Sol: You are NOT bringing that thing in here.
Vinny: What's your problem? It's only a fucking dog.
Sol: Where did you get it?
Vinny: The gyppos. Here.
[he tosses Sol a bag]
Vinny: They threw it in with a load of moody gold. You know gyppos, Sol. They're always throwing dogs in with deals.
Sol: Well, it better not be dangerous.
[Vinny takes the dog off its leash]
Sol: What do you think you're doing now?
Vinny: Well, I want him to get used to the shop, don't I?
[Boris opens the door and walks in; the dog runs out and Vinny takes off after it]
Vinny: Oi! Oi, stop the dog! Come back here!
Sol: All right, Boris? Don't worry about the dog.
Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: I'm not.
Sol: What can I do for you, Boris?
Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: I have a job for you.
Sol: I already have a job.
Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: Fifty grand for half day's work.
Sol: Go on.
Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: I want you to hold up a bookies.
Vinny: The dog. The dog must have ate it.
[standing over Franky's body]
Bad Boy Lincoln: What has he got a tea cozy on his head for?
Sol: [sarcastic] To keep his head warm.
Bad Boy Lincoln: Well, what's the matter with him?
Vinny: He's been shot in the face, Lincoln. I would've thought that was obvious.
Vinny: Now I don't want to put a bullet in your face, but if you don't give us *exactly* what we want, there will be fucking murder.
Bullet Tooth Tony: [to Tyrone] What's your name?
Sol: Shoot him.
Bullet Tooth Tony: Ooh.
Vinny: Wow! That's a great load off me mind. Now, if you wouldn't mind telling me who the fuck you are, apart from someone who feeds people to pigs of course!
Sol: Oh, is that him?
Vinny: I don't know, how many fingers did he have?
Sol: I'm sorry I couldn't get the bin-noc-u-lars out in time.
Vinny: Look, well let's not stand in no ceremony mate, let's start the show.
Guardsman: Hey, you! Move that cab out of here, right now!
Vinny: Up yours, Gomer. I'm waiting on a fare.
[After reading the "Pretend You're Sensitive Handbook".]
Vinny: Stacy, how nice to see you. Do you have a few minutes? I mean, it occurred to me, I don't even know where you work.
Stacy: Where I work?
Vinny: Yeah, you know, your career plans, your dreams, your aspirations... I really want to hear all about them.
Stacy: What I want? I don't even know -- ask me what anyone else wants. Give me three seconds, I'll figure out your whole entire life.
Vinny: Would you maybe want to share something with me about your childhood, perhaps?
Stacy: Vinny, what the hell are you talking about? I'm in a big rush. Look, I have to go talk to Melissa, because if I don't figure out something about my life soon, I'm going to crack!
Vinny: I respect your strength, Stacy, and I think you've got a lot of potential!
[While being measured at the health spa.]
Vinny: If you'd like me to provide you with some vital statistics that can't be measured in a public place, I'd be happy to do so.
Female Attendant: You mean your IQ?
Vinny: Hey, need a lift?
Stacy: Vinny! What are you doing here?
Vinny: I was just driving around the neighborhood. Last night I did something-- Look, it's like this. It's Christmas Day, I'm sitting around my house, right, I'm all alone... so, uh, I hop in the limo... 24 hours later, I wind up in Chicago. And I say to myself, Vincent, where the hell you going? That's when it hits me... I'm coming to see you.
Stacy: You drove all that way just to see me?
Vinny: Hey, only 4 days and, what, 18 speeding tickets.
Vinny: Y'know, I used to have it all figured out. It's like women changed when I had my back turned.
Melissa: Uh, this is one that the kids at school told me. Why did the chicken go halfway across the street?
Melissa: He wanted to lay it on the line. --You're not laughing.
Vinny: Oh, not yet, not yet. Inside, it's building, it's building. About a half hour from now I'll be rolling all over the beach, I'm telling you. You won't be able to stop me. I'll be in hysterics.
Melissa: You know, Matthew's a psychologist. I just love therapy. I think everyone should be in therapy.
Matthew: That would be good for me. Actually, I'm here to do reseach for a book I'm writing, on the psycho-sexual tendencies of pre-menopausal females.
Vinny: Yeah, me too.
Stacy: [reading] "Dear Stacy, I hope you don't mind me writing to you, but the only other letter I ever wrote was to the editor of Flex magazine, and that was just to say how much I enjoyed this particular article called - "
Vinny: "Hammer Those Gluts 'Til Your Butt's Like a Bowling Ball."
Teresa: You know what I'd do? I'd get a gorgeous photo of myself, lash it in an envelope, and I'd write a dead nice letter to that fellow... hey Vinny, what's his name?
Teresa: The president of Russia.
Vinny: Brezhnev, isn't it?
Teresa: That's it.
Elaine: Teresa! Why didn't I think of that? Oh, I love you!
Teresa: Where are you going?
Elaine: To write a letter to Brezhnev!
Ritchie: All right. What do you want me to tell you? Get a fuckin' divorce, then.
Vinny: Divorce is fuckin' evil, Ritchie. You got some fuckin' really bad advice.
Ritchie: Evil spelled backwards is live.
Vinny: You're a corny fuck, you know that?
Vinny: Come on, get in the car. Please, baby.
Dionna: Baby? Don't you dare "baby" me! I'm gonna wait here! I'm gonna wait here until somebody comes along. You know what? I'm gonna wait here until some soul brother comes along in his big black Cadillac. And you know and I know that he's got a big black dick too.
Vinny: Don't talk like that, just get inside the car.
Dionna: Oh, fuck you!
Vinny: Please, please, don't make me have to beg you. Get in the car. Come on- don't make me have to hurt you.
Dionna: Hurt me? Don't you even fuckin' lay a pinkie on me! I'll get him to kick your ass and then I'll fuck 'em! You wanna watch Vinny? Will that turn you on Vinny? You linguine dick mother fucker. You wanna watch while I suck a big black dick in the back of a big black cadillac?
Vinny: I fuckin' thought I was gonna stop cheatin' when I got married, you know. I thought so! And now I'm just fuckin' cheatin' a lot more than I ever did. But I thought- you know, I thought the man up there understood. I thought he under- would fuckin' understand...
Ritchie: God has nothing to do with this, Vin!
Vinny: Oh come, Ritchie, yes he does. Yes, he does.
Vinny: You fuckin' make me sick, you fuckin' slut.
Dionna: I am a slut? You're calling me a slut? You lowlife piece of fuckin' shit- you fucked- my- cousin! You didn't think I knew about that! I smelled her pussy juice all over your fuckin' face! You fuckin' sick bastard! How dare you? And all this time I'm thinking there's something wrong with me! You perverted sick fuck!
Vinny: [crying] And I've made some bad calls, and I'm a bad fuckin' husband. And I admit it. And I know you can't get away with shit in life anymore. You know, God sees everything, plain and simple... and I just want you to give me another chance.
Vinny: Please, baby. Give me another chance. I can't live without you- please.
Dionna: [crying] You can't bring God into this. You can't do that anymore...
Vinny: I can't be a whore! Cause I'm a man! Okay!
Vinny: This is the new Vinny! Do you understand what I'm telling you?
Dionna: [crying] I thought that what we had was special together.
Vinny: Oh, baby- it is special. Let me make love to you, and I'll show you.
Dionna: [continuing] Just you and me... just you and me...
Vinny: It is just you and me!
Dionna: It wasn't- it was everybody.
Vinny: Oh, baby, it wasn't...
Dionna: It was everybody...
Vinny: I didn't care for those fucking bitches! I love you!
Dionna: It was everybody. And everybody else knew but me.
Ruby: I mean, I'm smart, I'm young, I'm pretty, you know...
Vinny: Yeah, well, you got two out of three right there.
Ruby: Shut up.
Vinny: Now, don't tell nobody. It's between you and me. Its bad enough that I ball her, right, but, then some sick side of me had to drive her right past the spot where we was stickin' it up her cousin's ass, you know. Oh sh*t, and that's where I saw the dead bodies, right there. You know what, God spared me. He spared me, man. Cause its a f*ckin' omen. I'm serious! He f*ckin' let me go. You know, what the f*ck could this mean? It means somethin'. What do you think it means?
Ritchie: I don't know, what do you think it means?
Vinny: I think God's tellin' me I'm gonna burn in hell if I don't stop cheatin'.
Vinny: God is tellin' me you shouldn't be doin' these things with your wife. That's what he's tellin' me.
Ritchie: What things?
Vinny: Oh, come on, don't be stupid. You know.
Vinny: No butt f*cking, sixty-nine, doggy style. That's the message God it saying: You gotta cut that sh*t out. You gotta cut it out; otherwise, I'm not gonna spare you the next time. That's what God is telling me.
Vinny: I'm just tryin' to be a better husband right now. I just don't feel I can do it. All right?
Gloria: You know, you're like a frickin' yo-yo, back-n-forth, forth-n-back, let's do this, let's not do this. You know what, Vinny? Let's just not do it! Okay? That's it! You think you're the only one that's got feelings? I got a husband at home!
Vinny: We got to come down. Where? What's it called? How do you spell that? CBGB?
Ruby: CBGB. You never heard of it? Its on the Bowery, in the city.
Vinny: Oh, CB-GB.
Vinny: You're the f*ckin' whore! You stupid, lesbian f*ckin' whore!
Dionna: And you're a faggot f*ckin' hair dresser!
Frankie Botz: He stole a radio out of my fucking car!
Vinny: How do you know?
Frankie Botz: How do I know? He fucking tried to sell it back to me!
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