Novel & Cerita Tony Montana Quotes

It’s as if the entire bungalow is mourning. Late at night, Mr. Montana sits in his study, staring at the framed photographs of his family on the wall. His fingers trace the edge of one photo—Joe and Bella as children, arms around each other, their faces lit with joy. “I failed you,” he whispers, his voice breaking. “I should have protected you both. I should have seen it coming.”

"You should have thought about that before you went out there to provoke Logan. You say you wanted him to come home, does everything have to be a game for you, Montana? What happened to talking? Couldn't you have called or sent a message like a normal person?" He snorted. Why did he even bother? Montana was not normal, she belonged in a psychiatric clinic, and as long as she was out there in the world, she was bound to cause trouble.

Flushing angrily at being forced to eavesdrop on his personal conversation, Tris gritted her teeth and stared coldly into space, caught off guard when he said evenly: "Right, read that last letter back to me, will you? I have forgotten where I was." Tris was reasonably sure that he was lying. The letter was long and complicated, but she read through it without haste or check, her diction smooth and even. When she had finished she raised her eyes to find Tony watching her with an exceedingly sardonic expression. "It is almost like having my own personal computer," he mocked cruelly. "Don't you ever feel like coming down off your mountain and joining the rest of the human race?"

Minsk asked noticing the kind of move Tony is making. Silently Tony stand up from his seat and silently walks up to the bottle of wine on top of the table as he has exhausted the one in his cup. He poured some inside his cup. "You of all people should have been aware that I'm not okay I'm f****** tired of all this" Tony replied. "What are you tired of Tony?" Minsk asked. "Everything! I'm f****** tired of everything I think all I have to do now just to back off, I don't think I can do this anymore"

She laughs at what I’m sure is the scared look upon my face. “Okay,” I agree. “Tony, please join us inside.” Montana’s mother walks ahead of us. I look to Montana with raised brows. She shakes her head, an enormous smile upon her face. She mouths, “Everything is good.” Her words do little to settle my nerves. “Mom, would you like a drink?” Montana asks before we take a seat. “Yes, tea or water please,” Tony replies. “Would you like to sit here in the living room, out on the pool deck, or in the kitchen?” I ask.

Montani complained that's why Phoenix hit him with an empty bottle and it landed on his face, causing him to get hit. "What's the fuck? Are you eating dog crap for dinner or lunch?" "Aww, that fucking hurts, you asshole!" Then Montani saluted with his middle finger to Phoenix, which looked as if heaven and earth had fallen on his shoulders. The morons just ate his cupcake and he was pouting all the time. He's so gay. "Fuck you all 20 times!" Seriously? Is he fucking serious about that? Geez, Montani is even more disgusting than a crazy dog.

I ask. “Aye yes…nothing good. When you just up and disappeared like that….the others think yah abandoned us, but Tammy and me says to them, ‘no, no, our king would never do that.’ I tell them, I did, that I saw it with me own eyes. You just went poof-” Monty throws his arms out, forgetting to cover himself -“gone. It was magic, I says to them…but some think that you be lost forever.” Monty realises that he stopped covering himself, blushes a little, and cups his genitals again. “My apologies, Queen.” I smile and wave his apology away. I missed the old man. Edith kept me busy and away from the camp and the other wolves - perhaps so she could get an idea of how strong I am.

"Whatever you're going through, you'll get past it. And whoever that copycat is, they'll soon find their way right where they belong." I made a whooshing sound, pretending to launch a rocket. "People who work dirty will forever belong on the ground, in the dirt. Remember that too, Mr. Potty. Everyone who tries to drag someone down can only hold on for so long. They'll give up eventually. Well, maybe they'll win at some point, but it won't last. Do you know why?" He kept his eyes on me, his expression unreadable. I knew he was listening. "You're Michael Montero. You're rich, handsome, the kind of guy anyone would envy. But you're invincible. Show them what you can do."

"Tony is exceptional at everything." Lennox bursts into laughter. "Shut the hell up," I tell Lennox, trying to suppress a smile as I approach him and Blanca. "I'm serious," Blake tells Lennox, causing his laughter to fade. "Tony has never been below average at anything. Whenever he tries something new, he's practically a pro from the start." "It's like magic," Blanca states confidently. "He's a demon," Primrose chimes in. "One of those ugly ones that live in toad holes."

He snarled, his hand gripping the butt of the small knife in his hand. I had expected this. Tony Montana was a proud bastard and stubborn too. For a moment, Tony didn't move. He lashed at me quickly with the knife in his hand, I dodged his attempt with ease, landing a punch into his solar plexus. I retrieved my Glock from my waistband and tapped the gun against my leg. My patience was wearing thin. "For your information, my father is dead and I’m in charge now. So, I will ask you this question one last time, Montana. So I suggest you pick your next words carefully."