Raging Bull

Sound clips from Raging Bull

Joey: Your mother sucks fucking big fucking elephant dicks. You got that?

Joey: You want me to hit ya?
Jake: I want you to hit me with everything you got, I want you to fucking lay me out, go ahead.
Joey: You sure?
Jake: Yeah.
Joey: Alright.
Jake: Harder! You throw a punch like your taking it up the ass, harder, harder. Harder.
Joey: That’s hard ya fuck, what do ya want?
Jake: Take it off. Take it off.
Joey: Ah, come on, you wanna stop now, that’s enough with that… don’t fuck around, a girl huh.
Jake: I’m gonna smack you again, throw it again.
Joey: That’s enough, I said that’s enough.
Jake: Harder, harder.
Joey: Naa, your fuckin’ cuts are opening up and everything. What are ya tryin’ a prove, whats it prove?

Joey: Well go ahead and kill everybody, your a tough guy, go kill people. Kill Vicki. Kill Salvy. Kill Tommy Como. Kill me while your at it. What do I care? You’re killing yourself the way you eat, you fat fuck, look at ya.
Jake: What do you mean? I don’t understand, what do you mean kill you?
Joey: Me, kill me. Start here, kill me first, do me a fuckin’ favor. Cause you’re driving me crazy. You’re a killer, you’re a big shot. Just kill, your a killer.
Jake: Excuse me, what do you mean by you though?
Joey: So. What does that mean? It means nothing.
Jake: You don’t even know what you meant by you.
Joey: It don’t mean nothin’.
Jake: Joey, that meant something. You mention Tommy, you mention Salvy, you mentioned you. You included you with them. You could have said anybody, but you said you and them.
Joey: You really let this girl ruin your life, look at ya. She really did some job on ya, ya know how fucking nuts you are. Look what she did to you.
Jake: Did you fuck my wife?
Joey: What?

Joey: Shut up, shut up… mind your fucking business and shut up.
Salvy: Your taking this all wrong Joey.
Joey: I said shut up.

Joey: That’s a sick question, your a sick fuck and I’m not that sick that I’m gonna answer it. I’m not tellin’ ya anything. I’m gonna leave. If Lenore calls, tell her I’m not staying in this nuthouse with you, your a sick bastard, I feel sorry for ya, I really do. You know what you should do, try a little more fucking and a little less eating. You won’t have troubles upstairs in your bedroom and won’t pick it out on me and everybody else. You understand you fucking wacko. Your cracking up!

Joey: If you win, you win. If you lose you still win.