The Sopranos Season 6 Episode 19

Tony: This is gonna sound stupid, but I saw at one point that our mothers are... (pauses) they're bus drivers. They're-no, they are the bus. See, they're the vehicle that gets us here. They drop us off and go on their way. They continue on their journey. And the problem is that we keep tryin' to get back on the bus, instead of just letting it go.
Dr. Melfi: That's very insightful.
Tony: Jesus, don't act so surprised.

Phil: You want compromise, how's this? Twenty years in the can I wanted manicott', but I compromised, ate grilled cheese off the radiator instead. I wanted to fuck a woman, but I compromised, jacked off into a tissue. See where I'm goin'?

Dr. Vogel: You think your feelings about Blanca in any way relate to this African boy?
A.J.: She's not black. I mean... she's pretty tan.

Tony: This asbestos. I thought about your offer. What do you say to 15% plus we forget about the balance of what you owe me for the vitamin truck?
Phil: First off, it wasn't an offer. It's my position: 25%.

Phil: This is business, Anthony.
Tony: Yeah, I know. But I'm talking to you here on a human level. There's a limit. C'mon, Phil. A point where business bleeds into other shit. Feelings make things financially unfeasible.
Phil: Charles Schwab over here.
(Phil's men laugh)
Tony: So that's it. No leeway, no compromise, just stupid fucking jokes?

Dr.Vogel: You must have seen fights before. Your friends beating up the African kid—why do you think that has been impossible to shake?
A.J.: They had my back after all that shit with Bianca. You know, they care about me.
Dr.Vogel: Did you try to stop the beating?
A.J.: I'm one individual. What could I do?

Dr. Melfi: Could've been a cry for help.
Tony: Aren't you listenin'? He did cry for help. He's lucky I came home and heard him.
Dr. Melfi: I meant the botched attempt. On some level he may have known that the rope was too long to keep him submerged.
Tony: Or he could just be a fuckin' idiot.

Tony: We did peyote.
Silvio: Come on.
Bobby: Really?
Carlo: Bobby did mushrooms once. Stuffed mushrooms—a whole fuckin' platter.
Bobby: Fuck you.

Tony: I'm depressed.
Carmela: I'm telling you, don't you start now.
Tony: What does that mean?
Carmela: It means what it means. I have enough on my plate; I don't need you adding to it with your bullshit.
Tony: "Bullshit"? It's an illness... and it's fuckin' hereditary.
Carmela: Thank you, I know. I am intimately familiar with the Soprano curse.

Paulie: Ask me, it's all these toxins they're exposed to. It fucks with their brains. Between the mercury in fish alone, it's a wonder there ain't more kids jumpin' off bridges.

Carmela: You've been playing the depression card until it is worn to shreds, and now you've got our son doing it!

Tony: When I was in Las Vegas, I took peyote. Curiosity, I don't know.
Dr. Melfi: You were searching for something.
Tony: Well, I saw some things. Not things, per se, hallucinations. Roger Corman shit.

Paulie: I got dosed with acid once, back in '68. I was with your dad and them at the Copa. Fuckin' B.O.A.C. stewardess put it in my drink. Jerry Vale started singin' and I look over, your Uncle Jun's got laser beams shootin' out his eyes.