Novel & Cerita Boondock Saints Sayings

“Palooka — necesitas encabezar una entrega. El Don insiste.{Palooka —you need to lead a delivery. Don insists}” Antonio exhaled hard, frustrated. He looked at Nevena— raw hunger and promise. “We’re not done,” he murmured. He lowered her to the floor, grabbed the towel, and stalked toward the bathroom. “I’m coming right back.” Then back to the phone: “Hazte cargo tú — bastardo,” {Handle it yourself — Bastard}” he growled. “Y a menos que alguien se esté muriendo, no me vuelvas a llamar {And unless someone is dying—don’t call me again}”

He gave me a smirk. "We're not stealing a bike, Langston. That's illegal!" "I don't see any cops. Haven't you heard? If there are no cops, there is no law." I facepalmed. "Is that the most famous phrase for you criminals?" I felt him tense before feeling the hard ground hit my butt. He dropped me! I complained as I stood up and rub my butt, "THE HECK!?" He jumps on the bike with gritted teeth. He looks angry. "Hop on."

"How about we get a six pack of beer, and go to the fight club, have some fun there?" "I like it, can I bring a big stick?" "...Why not," I said laughing, Jameson ran back and dropped the bone in front of me to throw, Jack picked it up and threw it towards Satan's castle...only to hit Satan himself in the head, making us both laugh. He picked up the bone and snapped it in half, only for me to toss one to him and signaled to Jameson, who had a newfound interest in Satan's bone...pun intended. He turned around and threw the bone as far as he could, leaving Jameson to run off and fetch it.

He stood, stretched, and said, "That's all I have to say. My time is up here. You should take care of yourself. You have no one but yourself to rely on when you get into trouble from now on." Seeing them nodding, he added, "Oh, by the way, although gangsters are common in the States, you have to abide by the code of conduct in the underworld. Always go against the powerhouse. Don't bully the weak, and don't be evil. If I find out that you are full of evil like those loonies, I'll come back here and finish you with my own hands!"

I shake my head as I drive behind the lines of SUVs and decide to pass them flipping the bird at the car I know Prank is driving. “Shove it up your ass, dickhead,” he says, and I can’t help but chuckle when other chuckles are heard through the line. “I don’t have the same tastes as you, my friend,” I reply as I keep laughing at the exchange happening. “Maybe you should ask God to bless us all,” Ghost says and Priest is the one laughing out loud. “You’re already dead, man. I don’t think God would give a fuck about a bunch of criminals trying to commit a crime,” Priest says and I can’t help but agree with him.

I heard Saint's voice echo in my ear, laced with concern. A pall of quiet descends upon us, broken only by the faint moans of anguish that prick at my ears. I brace myself for the inevitable suggestion from Saint, but no amount of mental preparation could have steeled me for what he proposed next. "Get a puppy," he advises, as if this was a perfectly rational thing to say in the midst of my crisis. "It's what some of my guys do for emotional support. They can help you cope with whatever you're going through."

he says with disgust, still looking at the red marks on my wrists. I can't hold it in any longer and start laughing in the car. I laugh so hard that I have to wipe away the tears that spring up in the corner of my eyes: "The famous motto of the Ganovese men!" Santo nods and continues to look at the marks on my wrists: "Mangia bene, ridi spesso, ama molto" (Eat well, laugh often, love much*). He passes a hand over his eyes and sits back down correctly in his seat, clenching his fists.

A fake bond to rattle a rival? "I needed a break," Isaac lied smoothly. "My partner Camila told me to get out of the salon and see the world." "I'm glad. Santiago is a different animal since he met you. He wouldn't let us go to San Antonio—worried about the Bobcats fans being too rough on a pup." "Well, as a San Antonio native, we aren't all bad," Isaac joked. He turned his posterboard around. Valeria read it aloud. "DON'T PUCK WITH MY MAN. Oh, I love it! Almost as much as the one about Derek’s tiny stick!"

"Well, come on, Luca Brasi, I have to go pack." "Would you stop with the Godfather shit already?" "Whatever you say, Santino, say bye to the happy hooker, and let's be out." Oh yeah, this had shit storm written all over it.

He said, “Boss, do you need a few tips?” As a reaction, Adrian’s expression darkened. He said, “Tips my ass!” Simultaneously, behind the crowd and through the projector, Grandma Brena proudly said, “Am I great or what?”