Tony Montana Quotes Novels & Stories

"What's up?" "You're burning through your adrenaline reserves too fast, man," Tony warned. "You need to pace yourself better. Save the real aggression for the final lap." I felt a flash of irritation at the advice. I know what I'm doing. "Don't remind me about pacing," I shot back, my voice tight with frustration. "I'm not going to forget when to use what I've got." "I'm just saying—"

He’d had enough of their chaos for one night. “Mum… you don’t need to beg her,” Tony said from behind us, because apparently his mouth wasn’t wired to ever stay shut. His voice carried this fake confidence that made me want to laugh. “Of course, I think raising 600 billion is going to be easy. Like…” he snapped his fingers dramatically, “…I mean like this. It’s going to be fine, I promise.” I didn’t turn back, but I could feel the embarrassment radiating from people watching him. Even Josh rolled his eyes gently.

Although, it varied by individual chemistry. "Besides, even if I have a few symptoms here or there, they'll be very mild. My demon slayer should have no problem slicin' 'em up for me, right? Yer my clarity, dude. My strength. You gave me this shot and I won't fail," he finished, determination etched into his features. "Have I told you how dope you are?" Tony said with a half-smirk. "Hahahahaaa, really? A drug pun? Well, I guess it's better than yer dad jokes, hehehe."

“I wasn’t thinking.” Tony’s gaze didn’t waver, his sharp blue eyes cutting into me like a knife. He knew there was more. He always did. But for now, he let it go. “Well, next time, use your damn brain and tell someone before disappearing,” he muttered. “We’ve got enough problems without having to put out a missing person search for your dumbass.” I chuckled lightly, the tension in my chest loosening just a fraction. Tony’s way of showing concern had always been laced with insults.

I took a deep breath and took the hand he offered me, smiling to the best of my abilities. “Lesley!” I replied, not really understanding Tanja’s amused look and his puzzled face. Not until… “Shit, you meant me! Sorry,” I laughed nervously. “I’m still getting used to that!” “That’s quite alright,” he answered and flashed a million-dollar smile. Damn, what was with this guy? Was he a walking Colgate commercial?! “I’m Doctor Montgomery, but most people here just call me Monty,” he continued, and honestly? He seemed really nice! His smile was real, his tone pleasant and not a single vibe from his body indicated that I was annoying or disturbing his work; I honestly thought he’d be ready to murde

I shivered, remembering him pressed against my body. But first things first. It was time for work. "Jackson Montague is an ex-ballplayer," Tony whispered. "It might not be a bad idea to have him as a willing donor." "But isn't he married?" "So?" "Well, I don't want to take money from his wife and children." "Bring the wife in, too." "Ugh. That sounds kinda ménage-a-trois." Tony threw his head back and laughed. "Kim, I'm not telling you to go out and become the man's mistress."

Montgomery, waved his hand and asked him to shut up. Mr. Montgomery said in a cold and callous voice “I am going to ask you only once, if you dare to lie to me, you will wish that you had never been born into this world” the aura that he was emanating right now was akin to a demon that came out from an icy cold abyss, this made the already witless John feel a shiver run down his spine, his heart was pounding really hard right now, he knows that if he dared to lie to this unassuming old man, he would really regret it.

Tanya spoke up,immediately they left. Sandra could only chuckle at that statement. "What's funny?" Tanya asked with a growing smile. "Nothing. I just love how you hate him." "You have no idea how much I want to squeeze the life out of his lungs." "he's stronger than you. He'd lift you off the floor in a second." Sandra implored as she slammed her palm over her mouth. She really did not want to laugh too hard. "Oh,please. It's not by the muscles they have. Most of those things are from steroids."

Blackjack, of course was his poison of choice. At first, Trent told himself he was just here to unwind. A few chips, some harmless small talk, a drink or two to smooth out the edges of his week. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, taking a slow sip that burned its way down his throat in the best kind of way. “Double it,” Tony said suddenly, leaning forward with a smirk that didn’t need to be challenged but somehow was. “Don’t be a coward.” Trent’s pride moved faster than his sense. He chuckled, sitting up a little straighter. “You really think I’m scared of you, Tony?”

Tony looked at everyone, the words of Micheal still in his head. "sorry, you really think that is all, you think that is all we need, you think that will end it all, cut your craps Tony you are nothing but an asshole". Now he is with his two children who had grown. He had to do something. Maybe to form to lie or something. Something that can ease him from the pain and word he is going to receive if he reveals himself.