Last words in The Sopranos media

"Kids, you think you can protect 'em, well you can't."

"Please, Ton', I beg you!"

"I'll tell them!"

"Come on, goddammit! Come on, let's go, let's go! Let's go!"

"Oh, come on! Please! Please, please!"

"Here you go, kid."

"Goddamn seatbelt! Fuckin' seatbelt!"

"Mommy! Mommy! Please, Tony, please!"

"Get the fuck outta here. I'm in no mood for your–"

"Jesus Christ. I gotta sit down. I feel like I can't stand. Is that okay, Tony? Can I sit?"

"Yeah, I don't know. Maybe I should send him something. Some flowers or some shit."

"No, Mr. Bacala! Please, please, no more!"

"That makes you feel good? You feel like a man?"

"If you can keep your head while those around you can't, then you're–"

"Chris, please. We didn't know you were in there. We're with Ralphie. Please?"

"You fat fuck!"

"He ain't quit. He's just freshenin' up."

"Don't say jack shit to Kaiesha about this, or she'll be hauntin' my ass for that child support–"

"You smell that? Burning hair."

"Yeah, right! Go piss it away at blackjack! Fucking assholes!"

"Hey. Tony, right? What, you come here too?"

"Philly! For God's sake, you know me!"

"I'm coming, I was finishing my drink. Fuck!"

"No! No! No! No!"

"This is Tony Soprano talking about the Angelo Giacolone murder. The sound quality is not good, but I can back it up in court. He said... He..."

"Chris, you're in the Mafia!"

"I'll never pass a drug test. Call me a taxi."

"He don't care."

"I gotta make a phone call. I'll meet you at the drugstore. Tell the goddam pharmacist to call Dr. Iaconis. I should get a sixty-day supply on the Plavix–"

"Aw, I marry sluts. What do I know?"