The Sopranos Season 6 Episode 18

Christopher: Frankly, Ton', I'm thinking maybe we should meet Phil's number.
Tony: Why?! I think that would set a terrible precedent right now—just bend over? When he just became boss of the family over there?
Christopher: Yeah, well that's the flying ointment. Even still, I say let him have it. Life's too short.
Tony: It's also too short to live it as a fuckin' lackey.

Tony: (to Dr. Melfi) Truthfully? I've gotta sit with people who are hurt, bad. And I've gotta have the long face and the sighing and the platitudes. But I don't feel it. And that makes me feel like a hypocrite. And that makes me mad at them.

Tony: You alright?
Paulie: I know I had my differences with that kid, but maybe I didn't do right by him, neither. If you were his dad, I was his Dutch uncle. And what the fuck did I do but get pissed off, fight with him over cocksucking, fucking money? And break his balls when he tried not to have a drink or a little taste of snow.

Carmela: It's so hard not to think of Christopher as a child, isn't it?
Tony: Caity kind of looks like him, which makes it doubly hard. Course, that not going to do her any favors when she hits puberty—that schnozz.

Dr. Melfi: How are you doing, Anthony?
Tony: There've been some hard moments. But a weak, lyin' drug addict, who fantasized about my downfall, who even showed people his filthy thoughts on a movie screen... Let me tell you, I've seen friends die before: accidents, even murder. My cousin, Tony, they shot his face away, and I was fucking prostate with grief. But this?
Dr. Melfi: I see.

Tony: Can you make me a cappuccino? That fucking machine from Paulie, you need a pilot's license.

Carmela: (on Christopher and Adriana) He could never let himself take her life. Why are we so quick to blame? What is the attraction in that?

Tony: You know what? This is bullshit.
Dr, Melfi: What?
Tony: I haven't been able to tell anybody this, but I'm fucking relieved.
Dr, Melfi: Really?
Tony: He was a tremendous drag on my emotions ... on my thoughts about the future. To begin with, every morning I wake up thinking, "Is today the day one of my best friends is gonna dime me to the FBI?" And a weak, fucking sniveling, lying drug addict? That's the worst kind of bet. The biggest blunder of my career is now gone.