Universal Pictures original drama Green Book nabbed Best Picture last week at the Oscars.
#GreenBook is based on real events.
rottentomatoes: 79%
metacritic: 69
imdb: 8.3
golden globes: 3 wins
SAG awards: 1 win
oscars: 3 wins
Dr. Don Shirley
Concert pianist Dr. Donald Shirley decides to go on a road tour in the Deep American South in 1962.
ACTOR IN A SUPPORTING ROLE
1 win: 2019
Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Supporting Role
1 win: 2019
Best Performance by an Actor in a Supporting Role in any Motion Picture
1 win: 2019
“Mr. Vallelonga. Sorry to keep you waiting. I’m Dr. Donald Shirley. Yes. Please sit down. Elephant tusks, yes. A what? It was a gift. Yeah. Actually, it’s a bit more complicated than that. Have you ever driven professionally before? I see. What other experience do you have? In what capacity? What did you do there? Well, first of all, Tony, I’m not a medical doctor. I’m a musician. Yes. And I’m about to embark on a concert tour, and the majority of which will be down south. No. The Deep South. First, we’re starting in the Midwest, and then we’re taking a hard left. Kentucky, North Carolina, Tennessee, and on down through the Delta. Do you foresee any issues in working for a black man? Hmm. I see. You’re married. I’m not sure this is the proper job for a married man. My point is we’ll be gone for eight straight weeks. No breaks, right up until Christmas. You’re quite sure you can leave your family for that long? A hundred dollars a week, plus room and board. But let me be crystal clear. I’m not just hiring a chauffeur. I need someone who can handle my itinerary. Be a personal assistant. I need a valet. I need someone who can launder my clothes and shine my shoes. Tony. I had my record label ask around town to find me the right man. Your name came up more than once. You’ve impressed several people with your… innate ability to handle trouble. And that is why I called and inquired about your availability. Well, Mr. Vallelonga, thank you for stopping by.” — Dr. Don Shirley
“Good morning. Excuse me. Thank you, Amit.” — Dr. Don Shirley
“Tony, the first thing I’d like you to do when we arrive in the city… hmm? -…is check the piano where I’m playing. Make sure it’s a Steinway as per my contract. And can you see to it that there’s a bottle of Cutty Sark in my room every night. I won’t. Ten and two on the wheel, please. Birmingham, yes. It’s a Christmas show. We’ll see. Could you put out the cigarette, please? I can’t breathe back here. Thank you. Yes. Everything’s fine. Make a reservation for dinner. We’ll rehearse immediately after. That was Russian. They have the itinerary. As long as they get to the show on time, I’m not worried about it, and neither should you. Tony… how about some quiet time? Hmm?” — Dr. Don Shirley
“How is that? Have you ever considered becoming a food critic. I’m just saying you have a marvelous way with words when describing food. ‘Salty.’ So vivid, one can almost taste it. We should really get going soon if we expect to get to Pittsburgh by dinner. That’s absurd. Why would women in Pittsburgh have larger breasts than, say, women in New York? Orphans? Orpheus. Orpheus in the Underworld. It’s based on a French opera. And those weren’t children on the cover. Those were demons in the bowels of hell.” — Dr. Don Shirley
“What are… what are you doing? Here? Now?” — Dr. Don Shirley
“Good afternoon. Take this for any incidentals we may need. If you want to buy something, you don’t have to ask. Just keep the receipts, please. When it runs low, let me know. One more thing. We’ll be attending many events before and after the concerts. Interacting with some of the wealthiest and most highly educated people in the country. It is my feeling that your diction, however charming it may be in the tristate area, could use some… finessing. Like in the only way the word is ever used. Your intonation, inflection, your choice of words. There are simple techniques I can teach you that are quite effective. I can help you. The profanity is another issue. Because you can do better, Mr. Vallelonga. Which brings me to one more point. As the guest of honor, I’ll be introduced when entering these intimate events. You will be introduced as well. In my humble opinion, ‘Vallelonga’ may be difficult to pronounce. So I was thinking… Valle would be more appropriate. Tony Valle. Short and sweet. These are genteel people. ‘Tony the Lip’ may be a little… worldly for them. A sound compromise.” — Dr. Don Shirley
“Tony. I’ve been looking for you. Next time you need extra money, just ask me. And what if you lost? So stooping down in the gravel pitching dice for pocket change makes you a winner? They didn’t have a choice whether to be inside or out. You did. Now, wipe off your knees. You have dirt on them.” — Dr. Don Shirley
“Who is this? On the radio. Really? That’s Little Richard? I don’t know. Sounds fairly complicated. So, where did this ‘Tony the Lip’ moniker come from? Why are you smiling? It doesn’t bother you that your friends, the people closest to you, consider you a liar? And what’s the difference? And you’re proud of that? Of course I’ve heard of him. I’ve just never heard his music before. -I mean… but I like this. This is nice. He’s got a silky voice, very smooth. Eyes on the road, Tony. I don’t think so, no.” — Dr. Don Shirley
“No, thank you. Thank you, Oleg. Before we pull out, Tony, we need to have a talk. Oleg told me what you did. You stole a jade stone from the store. He watched you do it. You picked it up and put it in your pocket. Now, why would you pick up a rock off the ground? And why would you want a regular rock? A lucky rock. Let me see it. Mm-mm. Take it back and pay for it. Pay for the stone, Tony; you’ll feel better. Do not drive, Mr. Vallelonga. Put it back. Feel better? If you’d like, Tony, I’d happily buy you the stone.” — Dr. Don Shirley
“Not really. It’s a long story, Tony. I have a brother somewhere. We used to get together once in a while, but it got more and more difficult to stay in touch. Curse of being a musician, I guess. Always on the road. Like a carnival worker. Or a criminal. Took quite the toll on my marriage as well. Was. June. Good person. Terrible grammar, but a kind soul. You’d quite like her. Unfortunately, I couldn’t do a husband act and a concert pianist act. Couldn’t seem to manage both worlds. I’m fine. Thank you, Tony. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone with your appetite. I’ve never had fried chicken in my life. You have a very narrow assessment of me, Tony. No. No, you’re not good. You’re bad. I’m saying, just because other Negroes enjoy certain types of music, it doesn’t mean I have to. Nor do we all eat the same kind of food. You’re missing the point. For you to make the assumption that every Negro…. no. It… it smells okay. I prefer not to get grease on my blanket. No. You… don’t you dare. How? Do you have plates or utensils? I can’t do that. Tony… I-I can’t do this, Tony. Mm. It just seems… so un… unsanitary. What do we do about the bones? Pick it up, Tony. Pick it up.” — Dr. Don Shirley
“This is the place. The square one, please. Thank you. Thank you, Tony.” — Dr. Don Shirley
“I beg your pardon? Oh, I-I’d rather not. Mm. I’m just, um… I’m on my way to meet a friend.” — Dr. Don Shirley
“I’m okay. I just needed some air. Does geography really matter? If I was in a bar at your neighborhood, would the conversation be any different?” — Dr. Don Shirley
“Thank you. Louisville. Thank you for your warm hospitality. Thank you. Thank you.” — Dr. Don Shirley
“Thank you. Thank you. We’ll return after a brief intermission. Why, thank you. Yes. I… I’d prefer not to use that. And I suppose you’d know from experience. Well, I could return to my motel and use the facilities there, but that would take at least half an hour.” — Dr. Don Shirley
“This… gentleman says that I’m not permitted to dine here. No, I do not understand. In 45 minutes, I will be right up there on that stage entertaining your guests, yet I can’t eat here? No. I’m not eating in that storage room. Either I eat in this room, or I’m not performing tonight.” — Dr. Don Shirley
Tony Lip (Vallelonga)
ACTOR IN A SUPPORTING ROLE
1 nomination: 2019
Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Supporting Role
1 nomination: 2019
Best Performance by an Actor in a Supporting Role in any Motion Picture
1 nomination: 2019
“Hey, give me Loscudo’s hat. I know. I heard. Give it to me, all right? Come on.” — Tony Lip
“Do yourself a favor– go home with your friends. I’m gonna have to go back to driving garbage trucks. Mm-hmm. Better him than me. So what are you gonna do while we’re closed? You? Hey, good luck. See you, Carmine.” — Tony Lip
“Heard it was missing, so I looked into it. No, no. It wasn’t her fault. Don’t worry about it. I took care of it. No, no, thanks. It was a pleasure, Mr. Loscudo, really.” — Tony Lip
“Good night. Hey, Johnny. Think you could yell a little louder? Yeah, so am I now. What the hell all you guys doing here? I didn’t know who they were going to send. I didn’t know they were going to send eggplant.” — Tony Lip
“Dolor. Please. No. Enough, pop. The floor was moldy. We had to change it. He shouldn’t have woke me up.” — Tony Lip
“Yeah, we’ll see. Hey, Paulie. How you doing? You tell him, Frankie. What do we care if you believe it? Hey, Gorman. What’s the record here for hot dogs? What the hell you weigh? All right. You’re on.” — Tony Lip
“Hey, Nicky, you doing your homework? Good. Gorman’s. Fat Paulie bet me 50 bucks he could eat more hot dogs than me. He knocked off 24. Guy’s an animal. Dolores, please. I ate 26. Yeah?” — Tony Lip
“Hey. Excuse me. I, uh… I think I got the wrong address, but, uh, is there a doctor’s office in here. Dr. Shirley’s office? How you doing? I’m here for the driving job. Tony Lip. No, I should be on there. Vallelonga. Yeah. That’s me. What? Oh. Yeah. Oh. Tony. Some place you got here. Are them horns real? What about that? Is that a molar? A molar, a-a shark tooth. Or a tiger’s, maybe. I thought, uh… I thought I was going to an office. They said a doctor needed a driver. That’s all they told you? Yeah. Sanitation. Garbage trucks. Plus, I drive my boss home at night. But I can drive anything. Limos. Tow trucks. Snowplows. Whatever. I worked a lot of joints. Wagon Wheel, Peppermint, Lounge, Copa. What do you mean? Uh… public relations. You mean, like, songs? Atlantic City. No. No, no, no. It was just the other day, me and the wife had a couple of colored guys over at the house. For-for drinks. Yeah. Two kids. Why? Are we bringing broads? Depends what you’re paying. Hmm. Good luck, Doc. Okay, here’s the deal. I got no problem being on the road with you. But I ain’t no butler. I ain’t ironing no shirts, and I’m not polishing nobody’s shoes. You need somebody to get you from point A to point B? You need someone to make sure there’s no problems along the way? And believe me, you and the Deep South, there’s gonna be problems. So, if you want me, it’s a buck and a quarter a week. Or go hire that little ***** just pranced out of here. See how far you get.” — Tony Lip
“Hey, Bobby. Give me a Rheingold. Ice cold. When? Guess he should have known better. Yeah. What do I gotta do? Appreciate it, but, uh, I want to spend some time with the family. Hmm. Nah, I’m good. I’m flush right now.” — Tony Lip
“What, you got beak trouble, Charlie? Mind your business. He ain’t a real doctor. He’s a piano player. I don’t know. I think he’s, like, a doctor of, uh, piano playing or something. I guess. He lives on top of Carnegie Hall. You should’ve seen this place, Dee. It was filled with statues and all kinds of fancy crap. And he was sittin’ on top of a friggin’ throne all dressed up like, uh, like the king of the ****** *******. For the right money, I would.” — Tony Lip
“Yeah. Oh. Look… really? Uh, okay. Okay, hang on a sec. It’s, uh, Dr. Shirley, the piano guy. He wants to talk to you. Yeah. Come on. Take it. Just… just talk. What’d he say? Hey. It’s good money. We need it. Can’t be eating 26 hot dogs every day.” — Tony Lip
“No, I gotta get paid every week. Why wouldn’t I finish the job? I took it, didn’t I? He’s not gonna miss any show. Oh, yeah, the… yeah, the record company rented it. It’s nice, huh? Eight weeks. Come here. All right boys, huddle up. Frankie, Nicky. Come here. You gonna be good boys? You’ll listen to your mother? Yeah? All right, give me a kiss. I’m counting on youse. Yes. No. I mean, the record companies gave me the maps and the itinerary, and this thing. Yeah, it lists all the places coloreds can stay down south. Like a… you know, traveling while black. Yeah, if you’re black and you gotta travel, for some reason. I guess. I ain’t lugging no iron, Dee. I’ll put ’em under the mattress. I can’t write letters. I can’t write. It’s embarrassing. It ain’t gonna be no good. I promise. Dee, put this in a bank today. It’s half my pay. Thanks. I will. I love you, too, baby. I got it, pop. I got it.” — Tony Lip
“Hey. I’m Tony. His driver. Bum a smoke? Thanks. So, you’re the band? Oh. Trio. Right.” — Tony Lip
“Every night? Well, if you ever need any help with that… hey, doc. I noticed on the itinerary thing, the last show’s on the 23rd of December, right? So, anyway we could, uh, maybe hit the road early next morning so we’d be home in time for Christmas Eve? Appreciate it. Why? What are you talking about? Smoke’s going in my lungs; I’m doing all the work here. What are you looking at? You speak German, huh? Yeah, I was stationed in Germany in the army. I could pick up a little bit of what you were saying there. Watch out for them krauts. They’re all sneaks. Kennedy should’ve bombed them when he had the chance. Plus, now them Cuban bastards. Ain’t they supposed to be following us? I ain’t worried about nothing. In fact, when you see me worried, you’ll know. You know if I’m worried. Sure. It’s amazing you said that. ‘How about some quiet time?’ Dolores, my wife, used to say that all the time. Well, not all the time, but you know. She says it when… when I come home from work sometimes. You know, she’s been with the kids all day, and she’ll say, ‘Tony, how about some quiet time?’ Exactly like how you said it. I mean, it’s amazing.” — Tony Lip
“Salty. No. Not really. Why? Is there money in that? Hey, I’m just saying it’s salty. And salt’s cheating. Any cook can make things salty. To make it taste good without the salt, with just the other flavors, that’s the trick. I mean, you take the basic ingredients… hmm. Hey, when I was in the army, I knew a guy from Pittsburgh. Except he called it ‘Titsburgh.’ ‘Cause he said all the women there had huge tits. Guess we’ll find out, huh? Hey, you know, when you first hired me, my wife went out and bought one your records. The one about the orphans. Yeah. Cover had a bunch of kids sitting around a campfire. Yeah. No shit. Must have been naughty kids.” — Tony Lip
“Gotta take a leak, doc. You want me to piss my pants?” — Tony Lip
“Oh, hey, doc. Oh. Thanks. You mean diction… like in what way? Okay. Hey, I got my own problems. Now I gotta worry about what people think about the way I talk? I-I don’t need no goddamn help. People don’t like the way I talk, they can go take a shit. Why are you breaking my balls? Eh… nah. They got a problem with Vallelonga, they can call me Tony Lip. Well, then it’s Tony Vallelonga. All these high-class people, so much smarter than me, with their intelligence and speaking abilities, you’re telling me they can’t pronounce my name? They don’t like it, they can shove it up their ass. I’ll just wait outside.” — Tony Lip
“‘Virtuoso.’ That’s Italian. Means, uh, means really good.” — Tony Lip
“Hard ten! Lady’s friend. It’s your dice. I’m just having a lucky night. He ain’t my boss. I work for the record company. I’m sorry, fellas, duty calls. Yeah, sorry. The guys were having a little game. It’s more fun winning it. Grab some cards. I don’t lose, doc. I don’t lose. What are you giving me shit for? Everybody was doing it.” — Tony Lip
“Dear Dolores: how are you? I am fine.” — Tony Lip
“Who? Little Richard. Yeah. Think you could play something like that, doc? Got that right. It’s not Tony the Lip. It’s Tony Lip. One word. I got it when I was a kid, ’cause my friend said I was the best bullshit artist in the Bronx. What do you mean? Who said ‘liar?’ I said ‘bullshit artist.’ ‘Cause I don’t lie. Ever. I’m just good at talking people into… you know, doing things they don’t want to do. By bullshitting them. Well, it got me this job. Wait a minute. You’re full of shit. You never heard of Chubby Checker? Yeah, he’s terrific. This is what everybody’s dancing to now. This stuff… you know this song. You know this song. How could you not know this music? Aretha Franklin. Chubby Checker, Little Richard, Sam Cooke. I mean, come on, doc. These are your people.” — Tony Lip
“Do you want anything? I’m getting a pack of smokes. Nice turtleneck. Way to mix it up. Got you an apple, doc. Yeah? What’d I do? No, I didn’t. I didn’t steal no stone. I picked up a rock off of the ground. I didn’t steal from a box. I don’t know. ‘Cause it ain’t stealing. It’s just a regular rock. To have. For luck, maybe. Yeah. I told you that kraut was a snake. Rats me out for something I didn’t even do! I feel fine. And I ain’t paying for no regular rock I found in the dirt. No. Don’t bother. You took all the fun out of it.” — Tony Lip
“Excuse me. Sir. I’m with the band. This isn’t the piano, right? It ain’t a Steinway. Dr. Shirley only plays on Steinway grand pianos. It’s in his written contract. Dr. Shirley. The Don Shirley Trio. They’re playing tonight. Yeah, it does. It’s in his contract. But it’s a piece of shit. And there’s garbage in there. What’d you say? Hey. You got two, three hours. Just get a lean Steinway in here. Not my problem. I guess you’d better move your ass, then.” — Tony Lip
“Dear Dolores: this morning I had steak and eggs for breakfast. The band has been playing at very ritzy joints. Dr. Shirley and I are getting along pretty good. But sometimes I think he gets sad, and that’s why he drinks too much. I never knew how very beautiful this country was. Now that I’m seeing it, I know. You won’t believe how beautiful nature is. It is as beautiful as they say. And the traffic out here in the country is nothing, which if fine by me. Right now I’m eating spaghetti and meatballs in a diner that tastes like ketchup on Chinese noodles. We are heading down south now. I will write you another letter when we get down south. I love you. Your husband, Tony. P.S. Kiss the kids for me.” — Tony Lip
“This can’t be right. It says right here, ‘cozy as your own home.’ Place looks like my ass. Just this one? Hey, uh… if you need anything, I’ll be right up the street at the Easton Inn.” — Tony Lip
“Eh. ‘For vacation without aggravation.’ Hmm. ‘Delightful dinners for particular people.’ Yeah?” — Tony Lip
“Don’t call him that.” — Tony Lip
Dolores Vallelonga
“Morning. I’ll walk you out. Thank you so much. No, Tony. Go get dressed. We’re gonna eat.” — Dolores Vallelonga
“From thy bounty, through Christ, our lord. Amen. And if anyone hears of a job for Tony, let us know. What? No. The Copa’s closing for repairs, so he just needs something for a couple of months.” — Dolores Vallelonga
“Where you been? I’m making dinner. Are you crazy? You lost $50? You are so lucky. You know that? Rent is due on Monday. You gonna get that?” — Dolores Vallelonga
“So, come on. I’m dying to hear. What happened with the doctor interview? Well, I don’t understand. Why did he say that he was a doctor? You can be that? He’s colored? Well, you wouldn’t last a week with him. — Dolores Vallelonga
“You okay? Me? What? No. No. Tony… hello? Uh, good morning, Doctor. It’s nice to talk to you. Well, uh, yes, that is a long time. It is. Yes. I’m sure. Thank you. Thank you for calling. Bye, now. He wanted to know if I’d be okay with him taking my husband away from his family for two months. He said he’d pay you what you asked for. Hmm? I know. I told him it was okay for you to go.” — Dolores Vallelonga
“Say good-bye to your father. Don’t go too far. Did you go to the AAA for the maps? The Negro Motorist’s Green Book. ‘Traveling while black?’ Got a special book for that? Did you pack the iron? Come on. How are you gonna press your pants, Tony? I want you to write me a letter. Every chance you get. Yes, you can. Take you five minutes. Promise me. It’s a lot cheaper than calling long-distance, Tony. Promise me you’re gonna write. Oh. Here. There’s a couple of sandwiches for you and Dr. Shirley. Be careful. I love you. You better be home for Christmas, or don’t come home at all.” — Dolores Vallelonga
“‘I’m eating real good. Hamburgers, mostly. So don’t worry about me not eating good. I saw Dr. Shirley play the piano tonight. He don’t play like a colored guy. He plays like Liberace, but better. He’s like a genius, I think. When I look at him in the rearview mirror, I can tell he’s always thinking about stuff in his head. I guess that’s what genuises do. But it don’t look fun to be that smart. I miss you very, very much.'” — Dolores Vallelonga
Oleg
“Oleg. Cello.” — Oleg
“Everything okay? Good. We’ll meet you at the hotel in Pittsburgh.” — Oleg
“Grabbed the rock and put it in his pocket.” — Oleg
“We have many concert dates left. You realize we’re contractually obliged to perform them? Ugly circumstances are going to happen again, so control yourself. Dr. Shirley could have stayed up north, getting rear end kissed at Park Avenue parties for three times money. But he ask for this.” — Oleg
“Six years ago, in 1956, Nat King Cole was invited to perform at the Municipal Auditorium here in Birmingham. Mr. Cole was the first Negro asked to play at a white establishment in this city. As soon as he started playing, a group of men attack him for playing white people’s music. They pull him off stage and beat him badly. You asked me once why Dr. Shirley does this. I tell you. Because genius is not enough. It takes courage to change people’s hearts.” — Oleg
George
“George. Bass. And we’re not a band. We’re a trio. Morning.” — George
“Get up. It’s George. Get up. Tony, come on. Hurry up. Dr. Shirley’s in trouble.” — George
Johnny Venere
“We need to get back in this. Come on, Roger. Come on. Come on, Roger, hit one out! Let’s do it! Come on, Roger. Come on. Maris is up. We came over to keep Dolores company. Come on. Let’s do it, baby. We need to get back in this ball game. Come on. Come on, baby. We did it! We got it! Yeah! There it is! All right. Roger, baby, way to go! Way to go! Do it again. Let’s do it again. Come on, baby. All right. No game seven, no game seven.” — Johnny Venere
“Well, he had a great job at the Sanitation Department. You shouldn’t have punched out the foreman.” — Johnny Venere
“I’m telling you, this is gonna be the easiest 50 bucks you’re ever gonna make. Why wasn’t Lip in on that contest? Hey, two… your left ass weighs 260. Pick it up, Lip! The baby elephant just hit 19! Let’s go, Lip! Let’s go! Come on, let’s go, Lip! Let’s get this thing going! You’re embarrassing! You’re embarrassing your son! He is killing you! Yeah.” — Johnny Venere
“Madonne, is this the new one? Beautiful. So, what’d my sister have to say about you being gone for three weeks? Ten to one, you slap this ****** out, you come home in under a month.” — Johnny Venere
Rudy Vallelonga
“Johnny, quiet. You’re gonna jinx it. Three-one, baby. Three-one. Coming back. Three-one.” — Rudy Vallelonga
“What happened? You get fired? That’s Tony.” — Rudy Vallelonga
Grandpa Anthony Venere
“Tony! Don’t be sleeping when my daughter is here alone with these sacks of coal. Do you understand what I’m saying? Come on, Roger, please. We need to get back in this game. Come on.” — Grandpa Venere
Grandpa Nicola Vallelonga
“It’s an Italian’s job! Disgraceful! Mister big shot. Spend, spend, spend.” — Grandpa Vallelonga
“He who arrives late has no bed!” — Grandpa Vallelonga
Amit
“No Tony Lip. Uh… no, um, I have a Tony Val… Valle-la-la… fill it out while you wait. Fill it out while you wait. Have a seat.” — Amit
“Have a wonderful trip, sir.” — Amit
Fran Venere
“All the people he knows, he’ll find something in no time.” — Fran Venere
Bobby Rydell
“Hello, New York. I’m Bobby Rydell, and I’m glad to be here. Thank you all for coming to see us tonight. It’s Saturday night at the Copa. We think you’re gonna have a great time tonight. We’re gonna do our best to make sure of that. As always, a very special thanks to Mr. Jules Podell for having us out. Let’s get started. ♪ That old black magic has me ♪ in its spell ♪ that old black magic ♪ that you, uh, weave so well ♪ those icy fingers ♪ up and down my spine ♪ the same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine ♪ I love them so well ♪ that same old tingle ♪ that I feel inside ♪ and then that elevator starts its ride ♪” — Bobby Rydell
” ♪ Yeah, I should stay away ♪ but what can I do? ♪ I hear your name… ♪ well, now you’re the lover ♪ I have waited for ♪ you’re the mate that fate had me created for ♪ and every time your lips meet mine, yow… ♪ under that old black magic called love ♪ keep talking about that black old magic ♪ yeah, baby, ’cause I love, oh, yeah ♪ love that thing ♪ old black magic ♪ yeah, love…” — Bobby Rydell
Gio Loscudo
“Hello, sweetheart. Here’s my coat. And you see this here hat? I want you to guard it with your life. It was a gift from my mother. Here, that’s for you. Hey, Carmine. How are you, pally? Come on, let’s go. Andiamo. I saw this kid Bobby Rydell two and a half years ago in South Philly. Nobody knew who he was. You tell Juley Podell, if I don’t get my hat, I’m gonna burn this joint down! You hear me? Really?! You tell that fat Jew bastard, I don’t get my hate, I’ll burn the Copa down.” — Gio Loscudo
“No, I don’t want to be a… my hat. I wanted to kill that broad. Yeah, I hope you gave him some beating. Here. Take this. Put it in your kick. Bullshit. Take it. And from now on, you don’t call me ‘Mr. Loscudo.’ You hear me? I’m your pal, Gio.” — Gio Loscudo
Carmine
“Gio. Good to see you. Oh, thank you. That’s unnecessary. Th-they know him now. Joe, it’s gonna turn up. I swear to God it’s gonna turn up. It’ll turn up.” — Carmine
“Jesus Christ. Loscudo’s out of his mind. Lip, I thought you were gonna kill that guy. I’m gonna drink for two months.” — Carmine
Augie
“Tony Lip. What the hell happened at the Copa? I hear you almost split a guy’s face open. That guy you hit, Mikey Cerrone, part of the Charlie the Hand’s crew. Hand asked me to look into it. I spoke to Podell. Whole thing was, uh, over a piece of ass, right? Beef like that should never happen inside the club. They were out of line. So we squashed it. You, uh, looking to earn a little extra scharole? I can keep you busy while the Copa is down. Things. Don’t be stupid. You make yourself a few extra bucks, you buy something nice for that pretty little wife of yours.” — Augie
Bobby
“Mr. Tony. Augie asking about you. Shut up! I’m talking. Now. He is in his box.” — Bobby
Jules Podell
“Tony Lip! Take me home, Lip.” — Jules Podell
“Hey, Lip. Some guy called over here. A doctor. He’s looking for a driver. You interested? They’re interviewing guys tomorrow afternoon. The address is, uh, 881 7th Avenue. 2:15.” — Jules Podell
Mikey Cerrone
“You put your hands on me, you punk? You don’t tell me where to go. You know who I am? I’m going back in there.” – Mikey Cerrone
Johnny Randazo
“No, you shouldn’t… that should not happen. Well… who had the balls to clip Gio’s hat?” — Johnny Randazo
Bronx Floor Repairman
“Thank you, ma’am. Sure. No problem. Just give us a call.” — Bronx Floor Repairman
Copa Bouncer Danny
“We earned our money tonight. Yeah. I don’t know. Maybe go work at my uncle’s pizza joint. You, too.” — Copa Bouncer
Copa Coat Check Woman
“Yes, Mr. Loscudo. Thank you, sir. But he said to guard it.” — Copa Coat Check Woman
Fat Paulie
“Hey, there they are. Hi, Johnny. Tony, how are you? I’m good, I’m good. So, uh, Johnny here tells me you ate 48 White Castle burgers all in one sitting. I don’t believe it. What contest? I was hungry. With toppings. 260. May my mother-in-law drop dead on the spot if I’m lying. Good.” — Fat Paulie
Frankie Vallelonga
“Cheeseburgers.” — Frankie Vallelonga
“Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.” — Frankie Vallelonga
Nicky Vallelonga
“Yep.” — Nicky Vallelonga
“Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. We won’t.” — Nicky Vallelonga
Gorman
“18, Fat Paulie. Well, the best’s simple. Half a C-note. Most hot dogs in an hour wins.” — Gorman
Record Executive
“All right, hey, look, so here’s the first half of your pay. You’re gonna get the rest when the tour’s over. Sorry. That’s not how the record company does it. We got to have some guarantee you’re gonna finish the job. Well, then we got nothing to worry about. Here’s the deal, Mr. Vallelonga. Okay, it’s your job to get Don to all his tour dates on time. Now, if he misses any shows, you’re not getting your back end. Good. Oh, you’re gonna need this. Now, this is the book I was telling you about. Now, sometimes you guys are staying in the same hotel, sometimes you’re not. Yeah, yeah. All right, don’t let me down. Let’s go.” — Record Exec
Pittsburgh MC
“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we are privileged to present a great American artist. He gave his first public performance at the age of three. At age 18, at Arthur Fiedler’s invitation, our guest made his concert debut with the Boston Pops. He holds doctorates in psychology, in music and in the liturgical arts. And he has performed at the White House twice in the past 14 months. He is a true virtuoso. And it’s a… it’s a special treat for me… so, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Don Shirley Trio.” — Pittsburgh MC
Pittsburgh Busboy
“A new pair of shoes! He keeps on winning! Your cheating, brother! Hey, hey, hey! Hey, come on, man. Hey, give us a chance to win back our loot, huh? ‘Duty calls?’ My man, my duty is to get my money back.” — Pittsburgh Busboy
Pittsburgh Chauffeur
“Get him again. Get him again. Boss man’s calling. Yeah, I work for the record company, too. Come on, man.” — Pittsburgh Chauffeur
Indiana Stage Manager
“You’re all set up. That’s it. So what? Who’s Dr. Shirley? Does it really matter? Come on, man. Man, these ***** can play on anything you put in front of them. So take it out. You heard me. Oh, there ain’t a Steinway on campus. I bet there’s not two Steinways in the whole state of Indiana. Who you think you’re talking to, greaseball?” — Indian Stage Manager
Charlie the Pawn Guy
“Here’s 50. Here. Pay me 60 by New Year’s, you get it back.” — Charlie the Pawn Guy
Carnegie Hall Manager
“We’re not open right now, but you’re welcome to purchase tickets to tonight’s performance. A doctor’s office? You have the correct address. Dr. Shirley lives upstairs, above the Hall. Hey, Lip. Everything okay?” — Carnegie Hall Manager
Bar Patron
“Come on! I’m dying of thirst over here.” — Bar Patron
See Mahershala Ali's full #Oscars speech. pic.twitter.com/l9mGVvt7Rk
— The Academy (@TheAcademy) February 25, 2019
What a night!!! Congratulations to all winners and nominees. Congressman Lewis, as a beneficiary to all of your contributions to this nation, I’m grateful and humbled. https://t.co/R0Hko3N1sr
— octavia spencer (@octaviaspencer) February 25, 2019
https://twitter.com/ava/status/1099888686286594049
Here's how the #Oscars' preferential ballot works and how it led to that #GreenBook best picture shocker https://t.co/4W6frg7a1S pic.twitter.com/gzRcq8gLVz
— The Hollywood Reporter (@THR) February 25, 2019
Spike Lee on when he heard #GreenBook's name called for best picture at the #Oscars: "I thought I was courtside at the Garden and the ref made a bad call" https://t.co/TPQGEswQ6s
— The Hollywood Reporter (@THR) February 25, 2019
Spike Lee has the perfect response to #GreenBook winning. 😭 pic.twitter.com/LvLYJnGrmZ
— Complex (@Complex) February 25, 2019
https://twitter.com/rgay/status/1099885350678196225
When you're disappointed but not surprised pic.twitter.com/t8tWvr55Ns
— Matthew A. Cherry (@MatthewACherry) February 25, 2019
Chadwick Boseman’s Reaction to #GreenBook Winning Best Picture Oscar Goes Viral https://t.co/2xcEuPGYXt #Oscars pic.twitter.com/7QZz4eFUk0
— IndieWire (@IndieWire) February 26, 2019
New video shows Rami Malek fall offstage after his #Oscars win https://t.co/uPaOo1lMA1 (Credit: @michaelbearden) pic.twitter.com/AhHURRKE21
— The Hollywood Reporter (@THR) February 25, 2019
Rami Malek in Final Talks for Bond 25 Villain, Producers Working Out Filming Schedule With 'Mr. Robot' https://t.co/22oiJLVHAM pic.twitter.com/xrnu0Rix3Z
— IndieWire (@IndieWire) March 2, 2019
And the #Oscars winner is… pic.twitter.com/udBCWUKaSI
— The Academy (@TheAcademy) February 25, 2019
And the #Oscars winner is… pic.twitter.com/WG58yR8EMx
— The Academy (@TheAcademy) February 25, 2019
And the #Oscars winner is… pic.twitter.com/ylyEkEBSzh
— The Academy (@TheAcademy) February 25, 2019
Spike Lee says #GreenBook “wasn’t my cup of tea” 🤣🤣
— UPROXX (@UPROXX) February 25, 2019
Here's how Mahershala Ali made history at the #Oscars with his best supporting actor win for #GreenBook https://t.co/ZywoSpDW6R pic.twitter.com/wuRA7FawkA
— The Hollywood Reporter (@THR) February 25, 2019
Back when #GreenBook star Mahershala Ali had zero #Oscars in Summer 2016, he joined us in-studio and talked about his college basketball days at St. Mary's: pic.twitter.com/7wMW9YApxC
— Rich Eisen Show (@RichEisenShow) February 25, 2019
Before becoming a two-time #Oscars winner, Mahershala Ali (then Gilmore) played D-I basketball at St. Mary's from 1992-96. (via @TheUndefeated, @WCCsports) pic.twitter.com/MhHWPiY9aF
— ESPN (@espn) February 25, 2019
It's the first time 3/4 of acting winners are people of color:
🏆 Rami Malek = 1st Egyptian-American Best Actor
🏆 Mahershala Ali = 1st black male repeat winner in same category
🏆 Regina King, Ruth E. Carter, Hannah Beachler = 1st time multiple black women win in same year pic.twitter.com/fX9udDh423
— AJ+ (@ajplus) February 25, 2019
https://twitter.com/realmahershala/status/1099997437941501958
Winner Mahershala Ali opens up about what he learned while working on #GreenBook. #Oscars pic.twitter.com/cRsIIjaEyN
— The Hollywood Reporter (@THR) February 25, 2019
Oscar winner Mahershala Ali joins sci-fi feature #Sovereign from 'A Quiet Place' writers https://t.co/oO6WgC60GQ pic.twitter.com/nejXuet92a
— The Hollywood Reporter (@THR) February 28, 2019
Ruth E. Carter (Costume Design) and Hannah Beachler (Production Design) are the first black women to win non-acting Oscars in 30 years.
They are also the first black winners in their respective categories. pic.twitter.com/YLUaGBrIfE
— AJ+ (@ajplus) February 25, 2019
On Sunday, Mahershala Ali took home his second supporting actor Oscar in 3 years. The win brings him to a tie with Denzel Washington and makes them both the only black actors to win multiple #Oscars https://t.co/96Gk2vyd5Q
— The New York Times (@nytimes) February 25, 2019
FYI – Octavia Spencer is the 1st Black female executive producer to win an #Oscars for #GreenBook pic.twitter.com/VC4SrjF98C
— Wilson – BFTV (@WMorales_BFTV) February 25, 2019
Mahershala Ali – best supporting actor #Oscars nominee – on what he wants people to take from #GreenBook: "How you think about people impacts how you treat them, and that is both on a personal level and also just within our society and within our culture" https://t.co/zSs9fV6CBP pic.twitter.com/J4T85H4ECO
— The Hollywood Reporter (@THR) February 24, 2019
https://twitter.com/lindacardellini/status/1099473974436581376
Best actor #Oscars nominee Mahershala Ali explains why his #GreenBook character Don Shirley resonated with him. pic.twitter.com/oz2MJjZpQp
— The Hollywood Reporter (@THR) February 24, 2019
Mahershala Ali is the first black actor to win two best supporting actor #Oscars https://t.co/kCpv6YObX2 pic.twitter.com/WzXHtdjSnG
— The Hollywood Reporter (@THR) February 25, 2019
Another quick piece I wanted to do after watching @AlitaMovie – #mahershalaali #blade 🙂 pic.twitter.com/63fuMy9QuB
— BossLogic (@Bosslogic) February 18, 2019
Remember when Mahershala Ali rang up the family of the man he was portraying to personally apologise for how bad the movie is https://t.co/yttk8mrYS1
— James O'Connor (@Jickle) February 25, 2019
Oscar Winners: Here’s What Rami Malek, Regina King, Spike Lee, and More Are Doing Nexthttps://t.co/OLp2qbqFtv pic.twitter.com/s9NwfDjhdT
— IndieWire (@IndieWire) March 2, 2019
Regina King, Mahershala Ali, Rami Malek and Olivia Colman all have one thing (beyond their new #Oscar statuettes) in common https://t.co/2oNY9gbhuX
— The Hollywood Reporter (@THR) February 25, 2019
https://twitter.com/TwitterMoments/status/1101922493391085570
Box Office: #GreenBook scores biggest post-Oscar bump in 8 years https://t.co/V6D6n7UrXK pic.twitter.com/OUWCX8xH1n
— The Hollywood Reporter (@THR) March 3, 2019
Why has #GreenBook – a period drama about race relations in the American South – resonated so strongly in China? https://t.co/CQslVWsfek pic.twitter.com/WuQ0I6CRtL
— The Hollywood Reporter (@THR) March 7, 2019
Box office: #Oscars winner #GreenBook drives past $200M worldwide https://t.co/nhzlspbP4g pic.twitter.com/N1BvMW5LTv
— The Hollywood Reporter (@THR) March 7, 2019