Quotes
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Frank Sobotka : Come on, Bruce, I can read a budget summary. There's nothin' in there for dredgin'.
Bruce DiBiago : Shortfall in revenues. The governor's looking to limit bond issues, but the grain pier is still in there.
Frank Sobotka : And the rest is just talk?
Bruce DiBiago : Talk is good, Frank. Talk... is a start.
Frank Sobotka : Talk is your fuckin' job description. Yak-yak-yak, blah-blah-blah.
Bruce DiBiago : That's like saying all the checkers do is punch numbers into a computer, Frank.
Frank Sobotka : Your son... the oldest one, he goes to what school?
Bruce DiBiago : Jason's at Princeton.
Frank Sobotka : Princeton. And after he graduates, he's gonna do what?
Bruce DiBiago : Whatever he wants.
Frank Sobotka : Right. You sent him to Princeton to do whatever the fuck he wants. Y'know, back when we was kids, Danny Hare's father stole a couple cases of cognac off a ship. Except when he gets it home, it ain't cognac. It's Tang.
Bruce DiBiago : [chuckles] Tang?
Frank Sobotka : Just invented. TV was sayin' it's what the astronauts drank on their way to the moon. You drink it, well...
Bruce DiBiago : Then you could be an astronaut too.
Frank Sobotka : All summer long, that shit was all the Hare kids drank. Tang with breakfast, Tang with lunch, Tang when they woke up scared in the middle of the night. What do you think they grew up to be?
[Bruce shrugs]
Frank Sobotka : Stevedores.
[Bruce starts laughing]
Frank Sobotka : What the fuck you think?
[Bruce's smile fades]
Frank Sobotka : Somethin' tells me Jason DiBiago'll grow up and squeeze a buck the way his old man did.
Bruce DiBiago : You're outta line, Frank. My great-grandfather was a knife sharpener. Yeah. Pushed a grinding stone up Preston Street to Aliceann, one leg shorter than the other from pumpin' the wheel. And since he didn't want his sons to push the goddamn thing, he made sure my grandfather finished high school, and my old man went to any college that would take him.
Frank Sobotka : You're talkin' history, right? I'm talkin' now. Because down here, it's still "who's your old man?" 'til you got kids of your own, then it's "who's your son?" But after the horror movie I seen today... robots! Piers full of robots! My kid'll be lucky if he's even punchin' numbers five years from now! And while it don't mean shit to me that I can't take my steak knives to DiBiago & Sons, it breaks my fuckin' heart that there's no future for the Sobotkas on the waterfront!
[he reaches into a desk drawer and pulls out a shoebox]
Frank Sobotka : Here, Brucie. I think they're your size.
[Bruce opens the box; it is packed with stacks of cash]
Frank Sobotka : I'm operatin' under the assumption that because of your relentless diligence, the funding for the grain pier's gonna pass the assembly.
[Bruce begins taking money out of the box, but Frank grabs his wrist and points a finger in his face]
Frank Sobotka : [fiercely] But I'm also talkin' 'bout the canal. So you're gonna talk about the canal, so the Muldoons who run the Old Line State, they're gonna talk about the canal until someday, some way, that motherfucker gets dredged and we get some ships in here!
