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The Sopranos

HBO Max original drama The Sopranos concluded June 10, 2007.

#TheSopranos is available on HBOMax.

rottentomatoes: 92%

metacritic: 88

imdb: 9.2

emmys: 21 wins

golden globes: 5 wins

SAG awards: 8 wins

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Tony Soprano

Anthony Soprano runs New Jersey for the Italian mafia outside of Essex County, New Jersey.

Tony Soprano, The Sopranos, HBO Max, Home Box Office, Brillstein Entertainment Partners, The Park Entertainment, James Gandolfini

Outstanding Lead Actor In A Drama Series

3 wins: 2000, 2001, 2003

Best Television Actor โ€“ Drama Series

1 win: 2000

Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Drama Series

3 wins: 2000, 2003, 2008

“Ahem. Yeah. They said it was a panic attack. Of course, all the blood work and the neurological work came back negative. And they sent me here. Good. Fine. Back at work. Waste management consultant. Look, it’s impossible for me to talk to psychiatrist. I don’t know. Stress, maybe.” — Tony Soprano

“I don’t know. The morning of the day I got sick, I’d been thinking. It’s good to be in something from the ground floor. I came too late for that, I know. But lately, I’m getting the feeling that I came in at the end. The best is over. I think about my father. He never reached the heights like me. But in a lot of ways, he had it better. He had his people, they had their standards, they had pride. Today, what do we got? I don’t know. A couple of months before, there’s these two wild ducks landed in my pool. It was amazing. They’re from Canada or someplace, and it was mating season. They had some ducklings.” — Tony Soprano

“Oh, what’s the matter? Come on, get some bread. Come on. Yum-yum. Yum-yum. My daughter’s friend was there to drive my daughter, Meadow, to school. Listen, if you don’t like that ramp, I’ll build you another one. Maybe it’s the wood. Hey! Hey, kids! Come here! Come here, they’re trying to fly! The babies! They’re trying to fly! Look, they’re trying to fly. This is yesterday.” — Tony Soprano

“Now my wife feels this friend is a bad influence. Morning, ladies. Hey, happy birthday. Yeah. Yeah. I’ll get home early from work.” — Tony Soprano

“This isn’t gonna work. I can’t talk about my personal life. I drove to work with my nephew, Christopher. He’s learning the business. Now, he’s an example of what I was talking about before. Did you get up early this morning and call? He’s always in his office by 6:00. Bear in mind, this is a kid who just bought himself a $60,000 Lexus.” — Tony Soprano

“Get out. Back up. My friend Tahaffey. Pulling his taffy. We saw this guy… and there was this issue of an outstanding loan. The environment. Nothing. We had coffee.” — Tony Soprano

“You all right? Oh, let me see. Let me see. I’ll give you a fucking bone, you prick! Where’s my fucking money? Right. You son of a bitch, motherfucker! What are you doing? Get over here! Get over here! Go ahead. Where’s our fucking money? I know you’ll get the fucking money. You know what you should get? A cork in your fucking mouth, because you tell people I’m nothing compared to the people that used to run things, you prick! I’m nothing? Shut up! What are you crying about? HMO, huh? You’re covered, you prick! Degenerate fucking gambler.” — Tony Soprano

“Next day, I had a breakfast meeting. I was called in to consult by a garbage-hauling company I represent. All right, Big, what’s the story with Triboro Towers? They pay us 40 times the monthly for stealing your stop. Fucking garbage business. Are you sure? You over your stomachache? Good. What are you doing here? Best in the area.” — Tony Soprano

“This situation came up. It involves my uncle. I can’t go into details on this one. But I will say this. My uncle adds to my general stress level.” — Tony Soprano

“Hey, boys. How are you? Don’t move. Uncle Jun’, how you doing? Yeah. Yeah. Don’t buy anything big. We overindulge him. Okay? Oh! Artie, how’s your rash? Come here. Good to see you. Can you come over?” — Tony Soprano

“Yeah, it’ll ruin his business. Uncle Junior’s my father’s brother. Good guy. Just getting old. Cranky. Used to take me to Yankee games when I was a kid. I love my uncle. At the same time, when I was young, he told my girl cousins I would never be a varsity athlete. And, frankly, that was a tremendous blow to my self-esteem.” — Tony Soprano

“It’s me, Ma. Ma, open the door. Yeah, it’s me. Open the door. Hi, how are you? Geeze, Ma, get some air in here. Yeah, I did. Who? Ma, I’ll never understand that. The phone is an auditory thing. Dark is an eye thing. I can understand not going out after dark. You get jumped in the shadows, whatever. But not answering the phone after dark? No. No. I just ate. Know who I just ran into? Uncle Jun’. Yeah. Remember Artie Bucco? Kid who I went to elementary school with? Yeah, well… Uncle Jun’s gonna make a problem for Artie. Could affect his livelihood. CD player. Yeah. You don’t want…? You love music. All the old stuff is being reissued on CD. All your old favorites. ‘Pajama Game,’ Connie Francis. Here. Come on. Come on. Move around a little bit. It’s good for you. Come on, come on. Ma, you need something to occupy your mind. When Dad died, you were going to do all kinds of things. Yeah, I know he was, but he’s gone. You were gonna travel, you were gonna get a volunteer job. You’ve done nothing. I just worry about you… it’s not a nursing home! How many times I gotta say this? It’s a retirement community. You’re with active seniors your own age. You go places. You do things. I told you, I already ate lunch. All right, listen. You just speak to Uncle Junior about Artie, okay? He respects you. He’ll listen to you. And I don’t? Yeah, and I bought CDs for a broken record. And I expect to see you tonight at Anthony Jr.’s birthday party with your baked ziti. You’re a healthy girl. It’s good for you to drive. Use it or lose it. I gotta go to work.” — Tony Soprano

“And that night was my son’s birthday party. My wife invites the priest. He’s always at the house. How you doing? You bless it, I’ll eat it. She needs a purpose in life.” — Tony Soprano

“At first, it felt like… ginger ale in my skull. Dr. Cusamano put me in the hospital. Gave me every kind of test. Okay. Hey, Carm. Yeah. 6:30 in the morning. How are the kids? Okay. Think I got a brain tumor? What a bedside manner. Very encouraging. We had some good times. Had some good years. Hey, all I’m saying is no marriage is perfect. I told you, I’m not seeing her anymore. How do you think I feel having that priest around all the time? Yeah. Well, we all got different needs.” — Tony Soprano

“My nephew, Christopher, was handling the garbage contract problem. But on this, I will also not go into detail.” — Tony Soprano

“The doctors kept me hanging about the tests, as doctors will do. So my uncle and I played a round of golf and had lunch.” — Tony Soprano

“I’m the person who says how things go, that’s who I think I am. Now, listen, Artie’s dinner business is nice, upscale people from the suburbs. Don’t ruin his life. Hey, you kill him someplace else.” — Tony Soprano

“My wife and my daughter were not getting along. But this shit I’m telling you, it’ll all blow over. Melfi. What part of the Boot you from, hon? Avellino. My mother would’ve loved it if you and I got together. Let me tell you something. Nowadays, everybody’s gotta go to shrinks and counselors and go on Sally Jessy Raphael and talk about their problems. Whatever happened to Gary Cooper? The strong, silent type. That was an American. He wasn’t in touch with his feelings. He just did what he had to do. See, what they didn’t know is once they got Gary Cooper in touch with his feelings, that they wouldn’t be able to shut him up. And then it’s dysfunction this, and dysfunction that, and dysfunction vaffancul’. Let me tell you something. I had a semester and a half of college, so I understand Freud. I understand therapy as a concept. But in my world, it does not go down. Could I be happier? Yeah. Yeah, who couldn’t? Since the ducks left… I guess.” — Tony Soprano

“Ma… Ma, you’re not listening. Ma, that’s not what she said. You’re not listening to what she’s saying, Ma. Ma, you’re not listening. Ma… Ma… Ma…” — Tony Soprano

“She’s part of that generation that grew up during the Depression. But the Depression to her was a trip to Six Flags. Now that my father’s dead, he’s a saint. When he was alive? Nothing. Hm! And my dad was tough. He ran his own crew. A guy like that, and my mother wore him down to a little nub. He was a squeaking little gerbil when he died. I gotta be honest with you, I’m… not getting any satisfaction from my work either. Well, because of RICO. No, the RICO statutes? You know? You read the papers? You know the government’s using electronic surveillance and various legal strategies to squeeze my business. Yeah. I find I have to be the sad clown. Laughing on the outside… crying on the inside. See, things are trending downward. Used to be a guy got pinched, he took his prison jolt no matter what. Everybody upheld the code of silence. Nowadays, no values. Guys today have no room for the penal experience, so everybody turns government witness. I feel exhausted just talking about it. Here we go. Here comes the Prozac.” — Tony Soprano

“Pussy Malanga. Yeah, Little Pussy. You think he’s gonna fuck with Big Pussy? My Pussy? Hesh, I love the man. You old fucking Jew. No wonder my old man kept you around so long. All right, Mahaffey has a new business partner. You. These HMOs, they pay out millions of dollars every day to doctors, hospitals, whatever the fuck. That MRI I had? $2,000 a pop. Now, we give this Mahaffey a choice. He either has his company start paying out phony claims to fake clinics we set up, or he pays Hesh the 250 grand he owes him, which we know he cannot do. OR it’s a rainy night in Lyndhurst. Could be as good as garbage. Was.” — Tony Soprano

“Artie. Artie. How are you? Listen, I was wondering if you could help me out. Cruise, Caribbean, ‘S.S. Sagafjord,’ 11th through the 29th. Pair of tickets. I can’t use them. Can you take them off my hands? In my capacity as business manager for the Kitchen and Restaurants Workers Union, I administer the dental plan. You listening to me? A couple of dentists got together, and in appreciation, they awarded me these tickets. Problem is, I can’t get away those days. Here. When’s the last time you got away and took a little vacation? All right. That’s good. That’s good.” — Tony Soprano

“Artie! Artie, you all right? What are you talking about? We discussed this. You gotta leave town.” — Tony Soprano

“Guiseppe, how you doing? Hey. Hey. Hey. How are you? You come here? Hey, listen, those decorating tips you gave me, they really work. How you doing?” — Tony Soprano

“My decorator. That’s funny. Hey, you better not be messing with that hat! Goddamn! Come on! That’s JFK’s hat! I bought it at that auction! Give me that! Irina, Jesus. Nothing intimate. We just talk. Yeah. Oh, like that.” — Tony Soprano

“You know, sometimes… life is good. True Regaliali, for example. Carmela… something I gotta confess. What are you doing? You’re always with the drama, you. I’m on Prozac. I’ve been seeing a therapist. All right, take it easy. Well, you’d think I was Hannibal ‘Lecture’ before or something. You’re the only person who knows. The only reason I’m telling you this is ’cause you’re my wife, and you’re the only person on this planet that I’m completely and totally honest with. Hey, goddamnit it, I’m serious. The wrong person finds out about this, and I get a steel-jacketed antidepressant right in the back of the head. I don’t know. My mother… who? Yeah. Yeah, I told him. I don’t know. I just feel like lately my life’s out of balance. She doesn’t hate you, Carm. Mothers and their daughters. She’ll come back to you.” — Tony Soprano

“Who is it? Hey. Don’t worry about it. I got a way to put it to bed. Come on, Meadow! Go, Falcons! Right away. Way to go, Meadow! What are you doing, ref? Didn’t think you wanted her to. The car’s over there. You guys played a good game. That Heather Dante, where’d she get that spike? It’s been years since I’ve been here. You know, your mother thinks you have the capacity to be a top student, and I agree. Your great great-grandfather and his brother Frank, they built this place. Stone and marble workers. They came over from Italy and they built this place. No. There were two guys and a crew of laborers. They didn’t design it… but they knew how to build it. Go out now and find me two guys who can put decent grout around your bathtub.” — Tony Soprano

“So I feel good. So I don’t know if I’m gonna be needing to come back. Why not? Well, what is it, then? Well, who’s got time for that? I had a dream last night. My belly button was a… Philips head screw. And I’m working unscrewing it. And when I get it unscrewed… my penis falls off. You know, I pick it up, and I’m holding it, and I’m running around looking for the guy who used to work on my Lincoln when I drove Lincolns, so he can put it back on. And, you know, I’m holding it up, and this bird swoops down and grabs it in its beak… and flies off with it. I don’t know. Seagull or something. I saw The Birds last week on cable. You think maybe that planted the idea? Pelican. Flamingo. Those goddamned ducks. I don’t know, it was just a trip having those wild creatures come into my pool and have their little babies. I was sad to see them go. Oh, Jesus, fuck. Now he’s gonna cry. Shit. Fuck me. You’re right. That’s the link. The connection. I’m afraid I’m gonna lose my family… like I lost the ducks. That’s what I’m full of dread about. That’s always with me. I don’t know.” — Tony Soprano

“Look at it this way. You collect the insurance. That’s all. Yeah. He’s right about that. There’s no insurance for that. Know what I’m figuring out lately? Talking helps. Hope comes in many forms. Come on. Oh, jeez. Here, hold this. Come on. Artie… Artie, come on. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey, look at me. Look at me. I’ll always help you. Come on. Come on. Go cook. Hey, let him cook. He’ll feel better. Go ahead.” — Tony Soprano

“Hey, someday I’ll tell him we torched the restaurant as the best solution. All right, enough of this shit. What’s wrong with you? You’re right. You’re right. I have no defense. That’s how I was parented. Never supported. Never complimented. I’ll fucking kill you. What are you gonna do, go Henry Hill on me now? You know how many mobsters are selling screenplays and screwing everything up? Oh, yeah? Forget Hollywood screenplays. Forget those distractions, huh? What do you think, I haven’t had offers? You got work to do. New avenues. Everything’s gonna be all right from here on in. Come on. Lookit, it’s a beautiful day. What could be bad?” — Tony Soprano

“There they are. Hey, Ma. Uncle Jun’. Carmela, my mother’s here.” — Tony Soprano

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Carmela Soprano

Outstanding Lead Actress In A Drama Series

3 wins: 1999, 2001, 2003

Best Television Actress โ€“ Drama Series

2 wins: 2000, 2003

Outstanding Performance by a Female Actor in a Drama Series

3 wins: 2000, 2003, 2008

“Girls, you gotta have more than just cranberry juice for breakfast, all right? You need brain food for school. Happy birthday, handsome. Mwah! Thirteen. Girls, you want some of last night’s sfogliatelle? One bite. Him, with those ducks.”

“Miss Meadow, we made a deal. You keep your school grades up and you keep your curfew between now and Christmas, then you get to go. You’re gonna be home tonight for Anthony Jr.’s birthday party, right? Birdman, hello? I’m not talking about work. Did you call what’s-his-name down at Triboro Towers about the hauling contract?”

“Who? Your mother is tougher than you think. Tony! Tony! Get back! Madonna mia! Anthony Jr., call 911.”

“Thought you might want some company. They’re worried about you. I told Anthony Jr. we’d rain-check his birthday. Well, we’re gonna find out. What are you, gonna not know? Here he goes with the nostalgia. Well, having that goomar on the side helps. Don’t even go there, all right? Father is a spiritual mentor. He’s helping me to be a better Catholic. What’s different between you and me is you’re going to hell when you die!”

“Tony watches Godfather II all the time. He says the camera work looks just as good as in the theater. Yeah. He likes the part where Vito goes back to Sicily. III was, like, what happened? Somebody’s jimmying the window. Hold it! Meadow? Don’t give me that. You snuck out! Normal people thought you were upstairs doing your homework. You have become a master of lying and conniving. Grounded for this? Oh, no, you’re not grounded. You’re not going to Aspen with Hunter Scangarelo, that’s where you’re not going.”

“Hm! Didn’t you just read her in school, Med? It’s very nice.”

“Miss Meadow. So, Med… every year on this date since you were itty-bitty, Mom and Meadow get all dolled up, drive into New York, Plaza Hotel, for tea under Eloise’s portrait. Look. Where’s yours? Meadow, it’s our little tradition. We always have so much fun. And here I thought this was something we would do long after you got married with girls of your own. Meadow, you can’t just lie and cheat and break the rules you don’t like. What? You have something you want to say to me? Goodbye.”

“Life is often good. You been in good spirits the last couple days. Getting my wine in position to throw in your damn face. Go ahead and confess already, please, get it over with. Oh. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I think that’s great. I think that’s so wonderful. I think that’s so gutsy. I just think that’s wonderful. I just think it’s great. Psychology doesn’t address the soul. That’s something else. But this is a start. This is something. Oh, I’m gonna shut up now. I’ll shut up now. Oh, please. I didn’t realize you were so unhappy. You told him about your father, right? Your therapist. Oh, good. But your mother is the one. Our existence on this earth is a puzzle. My own daughter hates me. We were best friends.”

“I brought you my primavera. It’s your favorite.”

“Everybody, let’s eat!”

Dr. Jennifer Melfi, The Sopranos, HBO Max, Home Box Office, Brillstein Entertainment Partners, The Park Entertainment, Lorraine Bracco

Dr. Jennifer Melfi

Outstanding Lead Actress In A Drama Series

3 nominations: 1999, 2000, 2001

“Mr. Soprano? Have a seat. My understanding from Dr. Cusamano, your family physician, is that you collapsed. Possibly a panic attack? You were unable to breathe? You don’t agree that you had a panic attack? How are you feeling now? What line of work are you in? Any thoughts on why you blacked out? About what?”

“Many Americans I think feel that way. Did you have these feelings of loss more acutely in the hours before you collapsed? Finish telling me about the day you collapsed.”

“Can I stop you for a second? I don’t know where this story is going. But there are a few ethical ground rules we should quickly get out of the way. What you tell me here falls under doctor/patient confidentiality. Except, if I was… if I was to hear, let’s say, a murder was to take a place. Not that I’m saying it would, but if. If a patient comes to me and tells me a story where someone’s going to get hurt, I’m supposed to go to the authorities. Technically. You said you were in waste management. Dr. Cusamano, besides being your family physician, is also your next-door neighbor. See what I’m saying? I don’t know what happened with this fellow. I’m-I’m… I’m just saying.”

“So you had coffee? Go on. That’s fine.”

“You keep mentioning your uncle. What seems to be the problem? Can we focus more on your immediate family? Didn’t you admit to Dr. Cusamano that you were feeling depressed? Dr. Melfi. My father’s people were from Caserta. Anxiety attacks are legitimate psychiatric emergencies. Suppose you were driving and you passed out? You have strong feelings about this. Do you feel depressed? Do you feel depressed? The ducks that preceded your losing consciousness. Let’s talk about them.”

“So? You’ve come back for help. Don’t look at that as a defeat. There’s that ‘D’ word again. Stay with your mother. Quite a formidable maternal presence. Why? Is he your brother? Of course. Right. Do you have any qualms about how you actually make a living? Well, with today’s pharmacology, no one needs to suffer with feelings of exhaustion and depression.”

“Mr. Soprano…”

“Why don’t we just go to another restaurant and eat? Good. When possible. Good. Nils. Nils. Well, I mean, obviously, you do. You know I can’t say. Nils, shut the fuck up.”

“It’s not the Prozac. You said you’re thinking clearer, and your wife says you seem to be better? It’s not the medication. Prozac takes several weeks to build up effective levels in the blood. Coming here. Talking. Hope comes in many forms. What is it you want to say to me? What kind of bird? A waterbird? What else is a waterbird? What about ducks? what is it about those ducks that meant so much to you? When the ducks gave birth to those babies, it became a family. What are you so afraid’s going to happen?”

Meadow Soprano, The Sopranos, HBO Max, Home Box Office, Brillstein Entertainment Partners, The Park Entertainment, Jamie-Lynn Sigler

Meadow Soprano

“I know, the whole yard smells like duck poo. It’s like, embarrassing. Ew! Get out of here! You’re so gross! Get out of here with that fat. National Geographic, Dad. Oh, my god. I know that. We’re late, Dad.”

“Mom, Daddy just fell! Mom! Daddy! Dad!”

“I notice the glass rattles every time I walk to the laundry room. Do we have any, what-do-you-call-it, putty? You locked my bedroom window on purpose so I’d get caught. Yeah, I know I’m grounded, but Patrick’s swim meet is tomorrow, and he needed me.”

“I’m not going. I have too much homework. To tell you the truth, I felt it was dumb since I was eight. I just go because you like it. Hopefully I won’t be living anywhere around here by then. Mom, do you have any idea how much it actually means to go skiing in Aspen? I mean, do you think that’s gonna happen every year, like lame tea and scones at the Plaza Hotel? Close my door, please.”

“Hello? Blow me. Dad! Christopher.”

“I got it! Mom didn’t come? Hey, Mr. Dante. See you, Heather. Dad, don’t you think it’s totally unfair what Mom is doing? And now, like, making this little movie scene out of it. The sad mom who can’t even come to her daughter’s sports events. Dad. Don’t you think it’s totally out there? I mean, my Aspen trip. What is she thinking? Dad? Dad, please talk to her. Please. This is so stupid. Why are we sitting here? What do you guys want, perfection? What are you looking at? Big whoop. Yeah, right. Two guys.”

Christopher Moltisanti, The Sopranos, HBO Max, Home Box Office, Brillstein Entertainment Partners, The Park Entertainment, Michael Imperioli

Christopher Moltisanti

Outstanding Supporting Actor In A Drama Series

1 win: 2004

“I got home too late last night. I didn’t want to wake the man up. I was nauseous this morning. My mother told me I shouldn’t even come in today.”

“There’s that guy Mahaffey. Yeah, right there next to the boo-boo in pink. Hello. Tony! Wait up! That’s $3,000 here! $3,000.”

“Let me see what I can do. Oh, yeah. Hey, Uncle Junior.”

“You know what it means for Arthur, one of these old mutts gets wet in here? You better sit down with your uncle.”

“Emil Kolar. No, no. I thought the only sausages they had was Italian and Jimmy Dean’s. See what you learn when you cross cultures and shit? Hey, we have to make progress, E-mail. We gotta stop the madness. The garbage business is changing. You and I are the younger generation. We have issues in common. Where’d you go to high school? Was it Poland? Well, Czechoslovakain, what’s that? That’s a type of Polack, right? Yo, money, you used to play my cousin Gregory in football. He went to Boon– ah, yes. Yes, yes. The reason for the visit. I got it all deployed for you. Taste the wares, E-mail.”

“That’s the last time I show any fucking initiative. Imagine how I felt? T’s running down the garbage business; I just fucking wet a guy to hold on to one of our stops. One, two, three! Come on! What, Pussy? Louis Brasi sleeps with the fishes. Whatever. So, what do you wanna do? Yeah, yeah. Yeah. All right. Pussy, you know, T collapsing at the birthday, what would you do if he was, like, disabled?”

“What do you mean, Mahaffey doesn’t have the money? How could he not have the money? We ran the man over with the car, T himself. Hey, garbage is our bread and butter.”

“There he is. Comps.”

“Jesus, I got through. What’s the matter, no social life? Friend of ours just got back in town. So it’s gonna go down soon?”

“Suppose people stop coming to the restaurant? You ever think of that? I don’t know. I don’t know what the fuck.”

“You know, a simple, ‘way to go, Chris,’ on the Triboro Towers contract would’ve been nice. That’s it. You know, my cousin Gregory’s girlfriend is what they call a development girl out in Hollywood, right? She said I could sell my life story, make fucking millions. I didn’t do that. I stuck it out with you. She said I could maybe even play myself. Yeah.”

Junior Soprano, The Sopranos, HBO Max, Home Box Office, Brillstein Entertainment Partners, The Park Entertainment, Dominic Chianese

Junior Soprano

“Hey! Hey, good to see you. Hiya, Chris. Yeah, I was just talking about you. It’s Anthony Jr’s birthday dinner tonight, right?”

“Who do you think you are? You may run North Jersey, but you don’t run Uncle Junior. How many fucking hours did I spend playing catch with you?”

“These kids today. Well, my brother John was a man among men. Anyway, lots of things are different now from Johnny’s and my day. I’m not free to run my business like I want. Just this week, your son stuck his hand in. Made it a hundred times more difficult for me. Plus, he thumbs his nose at New York. What are you gonna do? He’s part of a whole generation. You remember the crazy hair? And the dope. Not it’s **** in the military. I don’t like to, Livia, but I’m all agita all the time. And I’ll tell you something else. Things are down all across the board. A lot of friends of our are complaining. We used to be recession-proof. No more. You can’t blame it all on the Justice Department. Our friends say to me, ‘Junior, why don’t you take a larger hand in things?’ Something may have to be done, Livia, about Tony. I don’t know.”

Paulie Walnuts, The Sopranos, HBO Max, Home Box Office, Brillstein Entertainment Partners, The Park Entertainment, Tony Sirico

Paulie Walnuts

“T! Dick’s looking for you!”

“Arthur, you gotta say to yourself, it could’ve been worse. That’s right.”

“Hey, Arthur. Arthur. What am I, babysitting for you?”

Silvio Dante, The Sopranos, HBO Max, Home Box Office, Brillstein Entertainment Partners, The Park Entertainment, Steven Van Zandt

Silvio Dante

“Hey. Hey, Gabriella sends me down here for the gabagool. Hey, T, let me ask you something. You used to go to a school with a guy named Artie Bucco? It’s none of my business, but down at the club, word is your Uncle Junior is gonna whack Pussy Malanga. He’s gonna do it at your friend Artie Bucco’s restaurant.”

“Andrea. Stay with drinks on the house, all night. That’s okay. Sadness accrues. I feel bad I was the messenger.”

“Let’s go! So when do you need this by? Beautiful. Beautiful. I think I can get a party like that together. Side out? That ball hit the line. Hi.”

“He’s right, he’s right. Absolutely.”

Pussy Bonpensiero, The Sopranos, HBO Max, Home Box Office, Brillstein Entertainment Partners, The Park Entertainment, Vincent Pastore

Pussy Bonpensiero

“Well, the site manager wants to renew his contract with Dick, but this Kolar Sanitation… yeah, the Kolar brothers. They’re some kind of Czechoslovakian immigrants or some shit. These Polacks, they’ll haul paper, plastic and aluminum for 7,000 a month less than Dick. That’s the thing. They won’t. He says if he can tell the commie bosses back in Czechoslovakia to go fuck themselves, he can fucking tell us. Yeah, I know. It’s all changing. The gabagool.”

“You can’t blame T for being pissed. You whacked this kid. You should’ve waited for me. He’s not running it down. It’s getting harder in New York. Back. This is fucked up. The Kolar uncle is gonna find the kid dead in one of his bins and get out of our fucking business? No way. ‘Luca Brasi.’ Luca. There’s differences, Christopher, okay, from the Luca Brasi situation and this. Look, the Kolars know the kid is dead, it hardens their position. Plus, now, the cops are looking for a fucking murderer. He disappears. He never comes home. They know, but they don’t know. They hope maybe he’ll turn up… if. Come on. Let’s get him. Got him? Take him to Staten Island. I’ll cut him up. Why would you even ask that?”

“The paperwork will look just like the real. That’s a shame. A medication comes along after your gambling gets your fucking hip busted to shit.”

Livia Soprano, The Sopranos, HBO Max, Home Box Office, Brillstein Entertainment Partners, The Park Entertainment, Nancy Marchand

Livia Soprano

Best Supporting Actress โ€“ Television

1 win: 2000

“Who’s there? Who are you? Anthony? You lock the door after you? You know, somebody called here last night after dark. You think I’d answer? It was dark out. Oh, listen to him. He knows everything. You want some lunch? I got eggplant. Oh, that one. You think he ever comes to see his sister-in-law? Artie. Oh! Yeah, I still see his mother. She tells me he calls her every day. What’s that? For who? For me? I don’t want it. What? What? Oh… stop that. Oh, he was a saint. Stop telling me how to live my life. Just shut up. And don’t start with that nursing home business again. I’ve seen these women in these nursing homes in these wheelchairs, babbling like idiots. Here, eat your eggplant. If your uncle has business with Arthur, he knows what he’s doing. Well, all I know is, daughters are better at taking care of their mothers than sons. Only if I’m picked up and brought back home. I don’t drive when they’re predicting rain. Sure. Run off.”

“What goes on behind there? This is a nursing home! No, you are not getting me into– I know these women in their wheelchairs. Babbling like idiots. No, Anthony, please. You think you’re so high and mighty, don’t you? With your fancy office. Anthony, people come here to die. Oh, my God! Somebody get a doctor. Get a… oh!”

“It’s nice of you to pick me up for the party, Junior. At least somebody cares about me. I suppose he thinks once he’s got me locked in a nursing home, I’ll die faster. And then he won’t have to drive me anywhere. Well, if his father were still alive, you can bet your boots he’d show more decency and respect for his mother. He was a saint. What do you mean? Oh, isn’t that awful. Oh! Stop it, Junior. You’re making me very upset.”

“You’re using mesquite. That makes the sausage taste peculiar. Happy birthday, my big boy.”

Adriana La Cerva, The Sopranos, HBO Max, Home Box Office, Brillstein Entertainment Partners, The Park Entertainment, Drea de Matteo

Adriana La Cerva

Outstanding Supporting Actress In A Drama Series

1 win: 2004

“Sir, as I explained, people are not leaving their tables, and there are fivev parties ahead of you. Can I help you? Mr. Borglund, they’re setting up your table right now.”

A.J. Soprano

“Shut up. Yeah, super. You showed us yesterday. Thanks, Dad.”

“She’s not coming. Grandma just called. Started crying and hung up. So what? No fucking ziti now? Oh, my God! Dad!”

“What’s going on? Yes.”

“You know, Grandma, this place is pretty neat. You should really think about it. Dad!”

“Hi, Grandma.”


“Hey, Tony. I just heard from Triboro Towers. The Kolar brothers withdrew their bid. Oh, listen, by the way, Artie Bucco’s here to see you. I gotta go, guys. Take care. I’ll see you.”

Hesh Rabkin

“Mahaffey does not have the money. Mahaffey does not have the money. The man does not have the money. The man has no wiggle room. He’s bled dry. So… I hear that Junior wants to whack Pussy Bompensiero. Oh, Little Pussy? So… your uncle resents that you’re the boss. Your uncle’s had a hard-on his whole life, first against your father, his younger brother, because he was a made man before him. And now you. So, sure, he can’t stomach your telling him what to do. The man is driven, in toto, by his insecurities. Your friend, Artie, with the restaurant, get him out of town for three weeks. That way, the restaurant closes, the hit has to go down someplace else. So, what about this fucking Jew’s 250 on Mahaffey’s 100? Very smart. Could be major.”

“What, have them pay claims for MRIs that never happened? Alex, I hate to hear you knocking yourself like this. Come on, you’re a smart guy. You on Prozac? Yeah? No shit. Alex, son, your debt and the feeling surrounding it is the source of all your problems. You know it and I know it. I know you are. Hey, you wanna go for a walk in the rocks? Come on. It’s beautiful there. Come on. We’ll help you. I go out there to think.”


“Mr. Soprano, how you doing? Signora, come stai? This way. Excuse me.”

“Mr. Soprano, buonasera. Months we don’t see you. Where you been? Signora Carmela. Da questa parte.”


“Sorry, Mr. Dante. Sorry.”

Newscaster on TV

“Little Pussy Malanga, sometimes confused with fellow mobster Big Pussy Bompensiero, had just returned from Florida when he was…”

Tony’s Goomar Irina

“Sweetie pie, I’m hungry. Tony, where are you going?”

“Who was that woman tonight at the restaurant? What you’re redoing the garbage dump? I know there is something more intimate between you and her.”

Heather Dante


Junior’s Friend

“Vesuvio is where Pussy feels safe. He’s been eating here all his life.”

Satriole’s 1

“It’s another nationwide company. I give up.”


“This is unacceptable. I had an 8:00 reservation I made two weeks ago. So, what would you like–? I tore her a new one. We’re here. Do you know who that was? What, is he a patient? Decorating tips. Yeah, right. Whoa.”

Artie Bucco

“Hey! It’s itchy. Yeah, have a seat.”

“Okay, give me a drop. Give me a drop. Oh! A drop, not a spurt. Suave, a drop. That’s good. Hey! All right, stir the meatballs. Yeah, what do you need? Where’d they come from? Comps? What does that mean, ‘comps?’ Yeah. Yeah. Anthony, thank you.”

“Listen to me, Charmaine, if I gotta stick my hand up the ass of one more lobster without taking a break, I’m gonna go postal. Honey, you have to get away. We have to get away, for the marriage. But so, what? We’re not connected. But the tickets were comps. Tony is a labor leader. I can’t.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You work so hard. You work so damn hard. And to see your life’s dream… burn down. How could it have been worse? Fucking faulty stove. But why would people stop coming to the restaurant? It’s just starting to catch on.”

Charmaine Bucco

“You cannot accept a gift like that from Tony Soprano. No way. Arthur, I don’t even want to talk about it anymore. Please! Art… Art, Melissa. Come on, honey. It’s time to go home. Come on. No! It’s bad enough that these mobsters still come in and patronize the place, okay? Right, because we just turned down those tickets. Arthur, please grow up! Does the mind not rebel at any possible scenario under which dentists are sending the don of New Jersey first class on a Norwegian steamship? Come on, Arthur? Someone donated their kneecaps for those tickets.”

Emil Kolar

“Chris Moltisanti. In Czech Republic, too, we love pork. You ever have our sausages? My Uncle Evzen doesn’t know I came. But if we make any progress here tonight, I’ll have to tell him. ‘Emil.’ I’m not Polish. We came to this country when I was nine. I went to West Essex. Where’s the stuff? ‘Emil.'”

Priest Corrado

“Hey, Tony. You like crรจme anglaise?”

“Darn, these laser discs are incredible. Yeah, Gordon Willis. Tony prefers II, not I? Where does Tony rank Goodfellas? What, do you have raccoons? What? You have all these security lights. Who would try and…? Oh, no. Jeez, Louise.”

“I want him to open my present first.”


“When you’re in the MRI, there’s a microphone by your head if you get claustrophobia and have to come out. Only, I suggest that you don’t do that, ’cause we’d only have to start over again from the beginning.”

Nursing Home

“Our lecture series in action. It’s someone from the university discuss the novels of, I believe, Zora Neale Hurston. This room was renovated last year. Those doors lead to our nursing unit. This is a residence, but just in case–“

Ralph Cifaretto

Outstanding Supporting Actor In A Drama Series

1 win: 2003

Tony Blundetto

Outstanding Supporting Actor In A Drama Series

1 nomination: 2004

Hunter Scangarelo

“Meadow, your father with those ducks. Yeah, he doesn’t act it. The male and female duck made a home in your pool and did it? How do you stay so skinny, Mrs. Soprano?”

“It’s so cool you’re gonna be able to come to Aspen with my family at Christmas. Last year at Aspen I saw Skeet Ulrich, as close as from where you’re sitting. Hey, Mr. Soprano.”

“Hey, Meadow, I’m not gonna eat, are you?”

Alex Mahaffey

“Help! Security! Help! Oh, shit. Security! Hey, security! My leg is broken! The bone’s coming through! Ah! I’ll get the money! Sorry. I’m s…”

“Herman, there is no way I can subvert my fucking company. Well, how do I not get caught. I’m depressed. I’m so fucking depressed I can’t eat, sleep. Zoloft. It’s similar. It’s supposed to help with the gambling to. Yeah, well, this whole new generation of antidepressants are supposed to be useful against compulsive behaviors. I’m trying not to be cynical. I’m sorry I haven’t paid you, and I never meant to denigrate Tony Soprano. The crutches. I can’t. Thanks, but no. Let’s try it. What you were saying before, you know with the MRIs.”

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