I never thought he’d shut up.
Tommy DeVito: [about Morrie’s corpse] Hey Frank, let’s chop him up.
Frankie Carbone: All right.
[starts to get out of the car]
Tommy DeVito: Where you going? Where you going, you dizzy m...................., you?
Frankie Carbone: To chop him up.
Tommy DeVito: At Charlie’s, not here!
[Carbone mumbles to himself in Italian]
Tommy DeVito: Come on, what are you doing? Let’s get the .... outta here. I oughta let him
[motions to Morrie]
Tommy DeVito: f....... drive. What are you waiting for?
Frankie Carbone: The car’s cold.
Tommy DeVito: Get the ..... outta here! What f......... warm enough? Get outta here!