A Man, A Plan Quotes: Boardwalk Empire

Here are some quotes from the 10th episode of Boardwalk Empire Season 3: A Man, A Plan…

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When whiskey washes up on the shore

  • Mayor Bader: Just blow the bleeping trumpets and leave it at that.

Rogue waves can kill

  • Gyp Rosetti: A dozen bleeping crates…
  • Tonino: Two… it was more like two.
  • Cousin Franco: It could have been rogue waves.
  • Gyp: Tell me about these waves.
  • Tonino: He don’t know shit. Worked on my uncle’s fishing boat as a kid so he thinks he knows…
  • Gyp: Say what you’re gonna say.
  • Franco: Nothing — just sometimes when the wind shifts, waves crash into each other from different directions, and when they do, they make giant waves so it’s easy to lose cargo if it’s not strapped down.
  • Gyp: Your father was a fisherman, huh?
  • Gyp: (to Tonino) How come you don’t know this shit? His father was your uncle, right? F*cking Sinbad over here.

Finesse costs $40,000

  • Eddie Kessler: You did not drink your powder.
  • Nucky Thompson: (reading papers) Gaston Means…
  • Kessler: He is on the line.
  • Means: A certain individual’s manifesting every sign of erratic behavior.
  • Nucky: Jess Smith is Harry Daugherty’s problem.
  • Means: Your name would be on that list as I’m sure you’ve considered.
  • Nucky: Would it be difficult?
  • Means: Some finesse would be required. Fortunately I have experience in these matters.
  • Nucky: What does that cost?
  • Means: $40,000.
  • Nucky: There are men who would do it for $10.00.
  • Means: And you’re afraid to hire them. I hope you don’t choose a surgeon on the same basis.
  • Nucky: You’ll get paid when I see the results.

A proposal will shut her up

  • Katie: I was just wondering if Mr. Thompson knows his wife fancies the help.
  • Owen Sleater: We’ve been through this — at great length.
  • Katie: I heard you the other day on the phone.
  • Owen: I’m only doing my job.
  • Katie: Right, maybe she needed your help removing a pea from under her mattress.
  • Owen: Stop filling your head with foolish notions.
  • Katie: Then prove me a fool.
  • Owen: I’d be happy to, at the altar.
  • Katie: Really?

St. Louis bound

  • Owen Sleater: (about Eddie Kessler) You shouldn’t toy with him. He sees more than you think.
  • Margaret: He’s only seen us talking and soon, he won’t see us at all.
  • Owen: If we botch this, he’ll find out.
  • Margaret: Mr. Kessler.
  • Owen: Mr. Thompson. You’ll need to leave first. I’ll follow after.
  • Margaret: When.
  • Owen: Can’t say. 6 weeks… a month.
  • Margaret: Why so long?
  • Owen: We leave together. Then he knows. And he won’t forget. And there’s no place far enough then.
  • Margaret: And Katie?
  • Owen: I’ll leave one morning. Tell her something that sounds convincing and she’ll never see me again.

Palindromes and plans

  • Agent Sawicki: A man, a plan, a canal, Panama….
  • Eli Thompson: What are you yammering about?
  • Agent Sawicki: It’s a palindrome.
  • Nucky Thompson: I have a bleeping headache.
  • Agent Sawicki: Masseria goes to the Turkish baths every Thursday. Same time, every week, 9 p.m.
  • Owen Slater: That might work.

A shot to nothing

  • Meyer Lansky: Booze is our backbone but sooner or later this mishigas will go the way of the ostrich feather.
  • Arnold Rothstein: Yiddish, Meyer? Can’t think of a more obvious route to my acquiescence than shared commonality.
  • Rothstein: We’re on the verge of a war… Nucky Thompson’s about to move on Joe Masseria and until such time as one of them is dead, it would be unwise to venture into any new deals.
  • Lansky: What if the deal won’t wait?
  • Rothstein: The deal will always wait and a fool will always rush in. I like the concept, boys, but the timing leaves much to be desired.

A Master Manipulator

  • Gaston Means: I have it on unimpeachable authority that those bills are marked.
  • Jess Smith: What do you mean?
  • Means: They trace those bills back to you and you can bet the last one your next job will be making itty bitty rocks out of great big ones.
  • Jess Smith: Get rid of it?
  • Means: Burn it! It’s the safest bet. As soon as humanly possible. If I were you, I’d take that cash out to the yard right now and consign it to the fires of hell.
  • Harry Daugherty: I wouldn’t even know who to talk to about a thing like that.
  • Means: $40,000, and I promise you he won’t feel a thing.

McCoy to the Rescue

  • Nucky: What I want is for you to go to Tabor Heights and cut a deal.
  • McCoy: Well, that should take all of 30 seconds. Be worth its weight in cowshit.
  • Nucky: Agree to anything. What I need is information…
  • McCoy: What’s the difference between a catfish and an Italian?
  • Nucky: What?
  • McCoy: One a filthy scum-sucking bottom feeder. And the other is a fish. I’ll get up there tout de suite. Thanks for the drink.
  • McCoy: 1,200 cases. That’s bigger than Nucky’s order.
  • Gyp Rosetti: Everything of mine is bigger than Nucky’s.

A disrespectful dad

  • Paul Sagorsky: You, strutting around like some mongrel bitch in heat.
  • Julia: Richard! Dad! Stop.
  • Sagorsky: Shut up! I’m still your father and I won’t have you spreading your legs for some sideshow freak.
  • Richard Harrow: Apologize. To her.

Life-Saving Information for Masseria

  • Lucky Luciano: The money’s just to get us started — Meyer and me. We’ll take care of everything after that. All you gotta do is sit back and collect.
  • Joe Masseria: Is that what the Jew said?
  • Luciano: It’s what I say.
  • Masseria: They bleep their women through a hole in a sheet. A joyless people.
  • Luciano: Nucky Thompson — he’s thinking about making a move.

 
Sweet Dreams:

  • Teddy Schroeder: Sing it again, mama.
  • Margaret Thompson: And torture the poor mice?
  • Teddy: Mom, how long do we have to stay here?
  • Margaret: Not for much longer. Soon we’ll all leave and see what adventures await.
  • Nucky (appearing in the doorway): As soon as they’re done with the repairs back home. Everything will be swell then.

More Bad Timing

  • Chalky White: Got cash behind me… A club on the boardwalk where Babette’s used to was.
  • Nucky: A Negro club?
  • Chalky: Black on stage. White in the house. They doing it in Harlem. Packing ’em in to the small hours.
  • Nucky: This isn’t Harlem.
  • Chalky: It ain’t Japan neither… money to be made, I know it in my bones… this here gonna be elegant, tuxedos and chandelabras…
  • Nucky: Chandeliers.
  • Chalky: I ain’t got to spell it — just pay for it…
  • Nucky: There’s a dividing line — there’s a line and you know that.
  • Chalky: That line can move…

Caught on the wrong turf

  • Al Capone: What’s he like, O’Banion? Good to work for?
  • George Mueller (aka Nelson Van Alden): He has his peccadilloes.
  • Capone: Tell me everything you know about O’Banion’s operation.

More plans for new starts

  • Nucky Thompson: You don’t believe me? … Can’t say I blame you the way I bollixed everything. Is that the right word? Is it bollixed.
  • Margaret Thompson: You said it correctly. Quite appropriately as well.
  • Nucky: I guess between you and Owen the old country’s starting to rub off… I will make this up to you. I promise. It’s a new start from here on out.
  • Margaret: It is.

Blood is everything… and everywhere

  • Franco: Tonino, for the love of Christ.
  • Tonino: Gyp, Gyp. He’s my mother’s brother’s kid. He didn’t mean no disrespect. He’s just a bleeping know-it-all. Break his legs. Anything. Not this. Please. I’m begging you. Gyp. He’s my blood.
  • Gyp Rosetti: F*cking family, right? Hey, you’re a lucky fellow, Franco.
  • Gyp: (to Tonino) Because I respect you. (takes a shovel and beats Franco to death in front of everyone on the beach).
  • Gyp: (to Tonino) You owe me.

The best laid plans…

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  • Eddie Kessler: Nucky, Nucky… There is a delivery.
  • Margaret: What’s going on?
  • Nucky: (to Margaret) Get back in your room. (to Eddie): Close it up. Close it! Close it!!
  • Margaret Thompson: I’m pregnant. It’s yours. You can do as you choose. Plans or no, I won’t hold you to them, but say what you want, as long as it’s the truth.
  • Owen Sleater: The truth? Well, I’d like it to be a boy.
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