TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY-THREE DAYS (65) 05/06/2002 9:00p
Jimmy is a carpenter. Taylor is a mourner. Chevchenko is a gangster.

Lt. Johnson: Taylor!
Taylor: Yeah?
Lt. Johnson: They think they found your father.

Yokas: You ate all the fries?
Bosco: I didn’t think you wanted any.
Yokas: Both bags?
Bosco: I thought you were dieting.
Yokas: I’m eating a cheeseburger!
Bosco: You want me to go back and get more? I will.
Yokas: Forget it.

Bosco: We could shoot him. Dump ‘em in the river. Nobody would miss him.

Yokas: Some days I really feel like we’re wasting our time out here.
Bosco: Some days.

Uncle Mike: Should just leave that big, ugly assed whole so people remember.
Woman: Like anybody could forget.

{about Taylor}
Uncle Mike: How’s my girl?
Taylor’s Mom: Oh, she’s fine. Stop feeling her up.

{to Sully}
Davis: You look like a cop. A cop or a pervert.

Davis: Somebody want to tell me what’s going on?
Sully: Believe me, the less you know about this, the better.

{looking at the NY skyline}
Tommy: You know, I’ll never get used to it. I always hated them. I thought they were butt-ugly. And now I miss them.

Uncle Mike: Won’t be anyplace left to dig. And then we’re just gonna have to walk away. And there will be a park with a marble monument with names that slowly stop seeming like real people. They’ll name a junior high school after somebody. But soon enough, it’ll just be us. We will be the only ones who remember. That’s what we can do to honor the people we loved and lost. We can be the ones that remember.