Tony Soprano Quotes

You know my feelings: Every day is a gift. It's just, does it have to be a pair of socks?

Autumn is not nobody, but a real, actual force of nature. She is so much more than just some run-of-the-mill person. She's Bette David and Dorothy Parker and Madonna. Autumn is Tyler Durden and Tony Soprano. Autumn is Cthulhu, Destroyer of Worlds.

Even a broken clock is right twice a day.

Now, darlin’, you know that social etiquette is bred into us Southern girls.” “Oh, please. You’re as Southern as Tony Soprano.” Mama sniffed. “I swear, I should have left you by the side of the road in Wheeling, West Virginia.” “You did leave me there.

They say every day’s a gift, but why does it have to be a pair of socks?

Yet during a twenty-year period there wasn’t an American alive who wouldn’t have recognized Jimmy Hoffa immediately, the way Tony Soprano is recognized today. The vast majority of Americans would have known him by the sound of his voice alone. From 1955 until 1965 Jimmy Hoffa was as famous as Elvis. From 1965 until 1975 Jimmy Hoffa was as famous as the Beatles. Jimmy

I'm gonna put a hit out on her! Okay, hold on there, Tony Soprano. No one's putting a hit on anyone. I paused. Just to be clear, you don't have those kind of connections, right? No, but I have money! I'm sure I can buy some connections, she answered in all seriousness.

Primer of Love [Lesson 7] "He disrespected the Bing." ~ Tony Soprano, Episode 34 Lesson 7)Don't diss'em or let'em diss you. We're back on Brooklyn's streets (or Newark) on this one. It's all about respect - show none and you get whacked. None of that 'alpha' shit flies here - you're equals and command equal respect. She watches the kids, you cart the garbage. The kids wear her down all day; the cops break your chops about a missing WalMart tractor trailer with 100,000 pair of Levi jeans 'somebody' jacked on the Jersey Turnpike. You twos gotta' to vent your daily shit to each other.Let it all out, but be careful not to anything you may regret or prepare to sleep with a Glock under your pillow for the rest of your live. Insist you be totally naked when having sex to make sure nobody's wearing a wire. Capisce!

there is no such thing as business ethics. Just ethics. It’s not separate from the rest of your life. If you have a Rolodex of ethics or values for various circumstances, you’re not a business person. You’re Tony Soprano!

Is Tony Soprano your fashion icon?” Luna had once quipped.

collared knit shirts from the Tony Soprano collection at JCPenney.

Tony, whose deeply submerged decent self (the guy who dotes on his kids, banters with his wife, and idealizes young mothers and innocent animals) rarely emerges from his toxic cesspool of a personality. There have always been two Tonys. Kennedy is the voice in Tony’s head that says, “Do the right thing.” To which Heidi replies, “Fuck that.

Tony tells Melfi that he knew he had a golden moment after Junior shot him, and that he let it slip away; the implication is that his Las Vegas trip was a half-assed attempt to create a new chance for epiphany. But is such a thing possible, for Tony or anyone else? Especially when it’s just so easy to dwell on old grudges and feuds—to keep stewing in the juices, like the steak Christopher was cooking in “Walk Like a Man,” long after the flame’s turned off?

Meadow had her chance to get off the bus for good, but instead she’s inching toward a lifetime bus pass. Carmela had two chances—first when Dr. Krakower’s second opinion told her to leave Tony, then when she actually threw him out—and both times she couldn’t do it.

I tried to give each season a theme. Season one, Tony as a son, that was the theme. Then Tony as parent, then Tony as a husband. It went like that.

That’s Tony in a nutshell—always pushing toward some realization greater than what his relatives, colleagues, and friends can muster, but invariably coming up short.

Tony Soprano's Bada Bing of Conscience {Couplet} While I waited for the church bells to ring, my conscience chimed in with a pang, bada bing! The yin and yang of what was right or wrong, became clear as a bell as I played along.

«Cannell me enseñó que el héroe puede hacer muchas cosas malas, puede cometer toda clase de errores, puede ser vago y parecer tonto, siempre y cuando sea el tipo más listo de la habitación y haga bien su trabajo. Eso es lo que les pedimos a nuestros héroes.» En otras palabras, Jim Rockford era un antecesor de Tony Soprano.

Secondo me, ogni volta che si scrive un articolo si racconta la storia di uno di loro, secondo me bisognerebbe fare questa premessa: il pidocchio tal dei tali ha vissuto di merda, ha ingoiato la merda degli altri pidocchi e degli sbirri ogni giorno che il cielo l'ha mandato in terra, ha dormito in posti di merda per scappare alla merda del carcere duro, è finito in cella a spalare merda, ha finito per puzzare di merda e, ah, sì, una volta l'hanno visto guidare una macchina di lusso. Strappo un sorriso a Mario, che però subito replica: È più complicato di così. Certo che è più complicato di così, gli rispondo. Non mi sognerei mai di dire che Il padrino ha fatto crescere il numero dei pidocchi, forse quello dei turisti, ma non quello dei pidocchi. Però se la si smettesse di far sembrare i pidocchi sempre dei fichi, forse male non farebbe. Voglio dire, pure i Sopranos, belli, per carità, e di Toni si sente anche un po' il profumo della merda che pesta ogni giorno, però mai una volta una cosa brutale che faccia dire Oh, gran bei coglioni questi, tutta questa vucciria per vivere così di merda.

Tony Soprano couldn’t do it better, and Freed gets results. While most of the news media spent its ink on the proxy fight battles raging in 2011, the far more interesting fact was this: Going into that proxy fight year, fifty-seven of the S&P 500 companies had already chosen to forgo political spending or to disclose their political spending on their websites. They’d already been gotten to.

The difficulty of happiness, according to the ancient Greeks, has two components. First, happiness is a matter of activity—not acquisition. Not even a nice family, lots of friends, wealth, reputation, honor, and living long can ward off unhappiness. Happiness is a matter of what we do and how we do it. As Aristotle writes, “Activities are what give life its character.” Second, happiness is not something we can stumble into, despite Tony’s suspicions about the “happy wanderers.” To live a happy life requires a conscious effort to revise and integrate the goals we have picked up from a common-sense understanding of what makes life good. This effort is required because the aims we have, before thinking philosophically about our lives, inevitably conflict. This is demonstrated in a spectacular way by Tony Soprano, who aims to be both loving father and murderer. But our aims might only be to pursue family and career. Do we have to think philosophically about our goals and revise them as well? Something as seemingly benign as trying to “juggle” family and career can perpetuate a misunderstanding of what it is to be happy if we think we only need to strike the right “balance” between these pursuits. Like Tony Soprano, our efforts to “juggle” different goals may keep us from following Plato’s recommendation—not to strike some external harmony (just enough work and just enough play) but an internal harmony.

Changing one’s essential nature—one’s entire world view—is not easy, even when, like Tony, you’ve suffered (and inflicted) trauma on an unimaginable scale, and have immediate life-or-death reasons for making a major change.

I tried to give each season a theme. Season one, Tony as a son, that was the theme. Then Tony as parent, then Tony as a husband. It went like that. A: And season four is the marriage as a whole? D: Yes, you’re right.

Tony adored the ducks in the pool because they were guarded by a mother who protected and nurtured them in a manner free of ulterior motive, of deceit and manipulation, of the urge to annihilate. Livia, for all her evident helplessness, is the most actively destructive force in the pilot, a black hole vacuuming up hope.

The day you realize that Tony Soprano's mama is not your mama. you don't live in Dunkin Donuts, and you hate northern New Jersey. . . It's that day you wake up healed, freed up from another fascination with America making itself over in the land of television. . .

Tony Soprano, when he has sex with a one-legged Russian immigrant or beats an arrogant lawyer to a pulp—let viewers vicariously experience the true, genuine, and transparent enjoyment of life and pleasure that middle-class self-discipline prevents them to experience, as least in everyday real life—and that may resonate “authentic” and true to other working-class people, white, black, and Hispanic. They show no inclination or patience for the delayed gratification the middle-class ethics of success prescribes.72

Trump is an American in the way that Tony Soprano was a Catholic. He gained the status at birth, proudly displays the identity, sometimes goes through the ritual motions, but utterly disregards the substance.