Favorite Adriana La Cerva Quotes
(to Tony) What's different between you and me is you're going to hell when you die.
Carmela
Carmela: Your father is sick.
Meadow: Oh, my God, daddy. What happened?
Carmela: He went to an Indian restaurant.
Meadow: That is so racist.
You know Tony, it's a multiple choice thing with you. I can't tell if you're old-fashioned, paranoid, or just a fucking asshole.
Carmela
Carmela: You stole my car? Where is the trust in this house?
AJ: When I get confirmed I'm going to be a man. So how come I can't drive?
Tony: You really want to get into this? Who was that man we had to pick up at camp last year for bed wetting?
Tony: (about a vasectomy) Well whatever is down here is God's creation. Isn't it a sin to undo the good work he's done?
Carmela: Well you should know. You've made a living of it.
Carmela: What the hell happened over there?
Tony: Janice decided to go back to Seattle.
Carmela: You're kidding. What about Richie? He must be devastated.
Tony: Richie's gone.
Carmela: What do you mean gone?
Tony: Gone.
Carmela: Where?
Tony: Carmela, after 18 years of marriage, don't make me make you an accessory after the fact.
Carmela: An accessory after the...(realizes) Holy shit!
Christopher: (practicing for drama class) He's a player and he's trying to fuck this broad.
Adriana: Where does it say he's trying to fuck her, Christopher?
Christopher: Please.
Adriana: Maybe he's not. Ya ever think that's why he's the gentleman caller? Maybe he's a gentleman.
Father Phil: You know what's remarkable? If you take everything Jesus ever said, add it up, it only amounts to two hours of talk.
Carmela: No. No, but wait. I heard the same thing about The Beatles. Except it was, if you add up all their songs it only comes to ten hours.
Carmela: Tony, we can't just throw your sister out.
Tony: Why not?
Carmela: It wouldn't be Christian.
Tony: See? This shit works out. She's Buddhist.
Acting is mostly feelings unless the actor's driving a car or sword fighting or something.
Carmela: What kind of animal smokes marijuana at his own confirmation?
A.J.: I don't know.
Carmela: Be a good Catholic for fifteen fucking minutes; is that so much to ask?!
Carmela: I don't think you understand. I want you to write that letter.
Joan: Excuse me?
Carmela: I said I want you to write that letter.
Joan: Are you threatening me?
Carmela: What threatening? I brought you a ricott' pie and a high school transcript so you could write a letter of recommendation for my little daughter to Georgetown.
