Get Shorty (1995)
Dennis Farina: Ray 'Bones' Barboni
Ray "Bones" Barboni : Let me explain something to you. Momo is dead. Which means that everything he had now belongs to Jimmy Cap, including you. Which also means, that when I speak, I speak for Jimmy. E.g., from now on, you start showing me the proper fucking respect.
Chili Palmer : "E.g." means "for example". What I think you want to say is "I.e.".
Ray "Bones" Barboni : Bullshit! That's short for "ergo".
Chili Palmer : Ask your man.
Bodyguard : To the best of my knowledge, "e.g." means "for example".
Ray "Bones" Barboni : E.g., i.e., fuck you! The point is this: is that, When I say "jump", you say "OK", okay?
Ray "Bones" Barboni : I'm from Miami-fuckin'-Beach and you wanna show me the ocean, huh? And what about sun, does it ever shine around here, or is this smog around all the time?
Limo Driver With Sign : They say the smog is the reason we have such beautiful sunsets.
Ray "Bones" Barboni : That's what they say, huh? What a bunch of fuckin bullshit.
Ray Bones : They say the fucking smog is the fucking reason you have such beautiful fucking sunsets.
Ray "Bones" Barboni : Fuck you, fuckball.
Ray "Bones" Barboni : [after punching Leo's wife Faye in the face] I want us to be friends, Faye. And we all know that friends don't hit each other... unless they have to.
Ray "Bones" Barboni : [after being shot by Chilli Palmer] Somebody call 9-fucking-1-1-1! Somebody call 9-fucking-1-1-1! Somebody call 9-fucking-1-1-1!
Ray "Bones" Barboni : [to Fay] Have you spoken to Mr. Palmer since your husband blew up?
[Harry Zimm calls Ray Bones on the phone]
Harry Zimm : Ray Barboni?
Ray "Bones" Barboni : Who is this?
Harry Zimm : Are you the guy they called Ray Bones?
Ray "Bones" Barboni : It depends. Who is this?
Harry Zimm : I'm the one telling you the way it is, okay, asshole? That's who I am. Now you want your three hundred grand or don't you?
Ray "Bones" Barboni : What three hundred grand?
Harry Zimm : The three hundred grand a guy named Leo Devoe scammed off an airline. The three hundred grand Chili Palmer now has in his possession.
Harry Zimm : [after a brief pause] Hello. Are you there?
Ray "Bones" Barboni : Yeah, I'm here. I just don't like the anonymous crap. It means your either chickenshit or not for real.
Harry Zimm : Well, trust me, I'm very for real.
Ray "Bones" Barboni : Okay, so who are you?
Harry Zimm : I work for Harry Zimm, all right?
Ray "Bones" Barboni : Who?
Harry Zimm : Harry Zimm. The man happens to be a major Hollywood player.
Ray "Bones" Barboni : Never heard of him.
Harry Zimm : Maybe that's because you've never been out've fuckin' Miami, dipshit. Maybe it's time you got on a plane, flew out to L.A. and took a meeting with Mr. Zimm.
Ray "Bones" Barboni : So, what, this Zimm guy asking for some kinda finders fee, that what we're talking about here?
Harry Zimm : Hey, Zimm doesn't ask for dick. Zimm tells you the way it is... or else.
Ray "Bones" Barboni : Or else what?
Harry Zimm : Or else use your fucking imagination!
[to the driver, as he gets into a cab]
Ray "Bones" Barboni : The fuckin' airport.
Ray "Bones" Barboni : Chili Palmer. It's chilly outside and it's Chili inside. It's a regular fuckin' chili-fest!
Chili Palmer : Hey, Bones, that's quite a scar you got on your head. Why don't you have these guys fit you for a rug, cover it up for you?
Ray "Bones" Barboni : [to the barbers] You two geezers take your game to the park.
[He goes into the back room]
Bodyguard : [menacing] This man is the man, you understand what I'm saying, motherfucker? He's *Mister* Bones. And you speak to Mister Bones from now on.
Chili Palmer : [quietly] Come on, you can do better than him, can't you?
Bodyguard : [lowers voice] Not these days. Not unless you speak Spanish.
Ray "Bones" Barboni : Where's Chili Palmer, where's Leo DeVoe... *where's* my fuckin' money?
Ray "Bones" Barboni : [noticing Ronnie likes to flash his gun a lot] You must be one of those quick-draw artists, the way you've got your gun down on your belt like that.
Ronnie Wingate : Whatta you got there, a Wop 9? Fuckin' Fiat of guns, always jammin' on you at the wrong time.
[Bones nods, smiles and shoots him 4 times]
Ray "Bones" Barboni : [to Harry] Don't you puke on my shoes Harry.
Ray "Bones" Barboni : Don't you know you you're the dumbest fuck I ever met my whole life? You should've told me about Leo Devoe as soon as you found out about him because his a customer of mine he belongs to me well what do we have here? A locker key? But where's the locker? now I wonder what this could be
Chili Palmer : Check the bag at the airport
Ray "Bones" Barboni : [Points the gun to Chili's head] Which terminal?
Chili Palmer : Southern
Ray "Bones" Barboni : You found Leo? You found him and took the poor bastard's money and put it in a locker at the airport all ready to go, why haven't you left?
Chili Palmer : I like it out here
Ray "Bones" Barboni : I've been thinking there's really no reason why you and I shouldn't get along forget all the other stuff that happened before I don't even remember how this mess started you took a swing at me for some fucking reason I say fuck it, I say you owe me money, I say fuck that, I say you owe me the juice on the money I say fuck that too I say "live and let die" but this locket key is strictly between you and I, you say nothing to nobody about this, understood?
Chili Palmer : Whatever you say
Ray "Bones" Barboni : Then it's all settled I'll see you around
Ray "Bones" Barboni : [Looking in his client book] You got a miss Leo Devoe is six weeks over on the vig
Chili Palmer : His dead
Ray "Bones" Barboni : How'd you know his dead? Did he tell you?
Chili Palmer : Yeah he told me he was dead
Ray "Bones" Barboni : Personally?
Chili Palmer : Yeah he personally told me he got killed in that jet crash a month ago
Ray "Bones" Barboni : Maybe he took out flight insurance, go check with his wife