Vinny Gambini:
I don't know. I suppose. I mean, I'm a man's man, I could go deer hunting.
Mona Lisa Vito:
A sweet, innocent, harmless, leaf-eating, doe-eyed little deer.
Vinny Gambini:
Hey Lisa, I'm not gonna go out there just to wimp out, you know. I mean, the guy will lose respect for me, would you rather have that?
Vinny Gambini:
What about these pants I got on, you think they're O.K.?
Mona Lisa Vito:
Imagine you're a deer. You're prancing along, you get thirsty, you spot a little brook, you put your little deer lips down to the cool clear water... BAM! A fuckin bullet rips off part of your head! Your brains are laying on the ground in little bloody pieces! Now I ask ya. Would you give a fuck what kind of pants the son of a bitch who shot you was wearing?
