[smiles and his straightens tie] Frank Costello: [slams a fly on the table] You know what I like about restaurants?
Frank Costello: You can learn a lot, watching things eat. French: In the future, I tell ya to do a thing, you fucking do it, you got that? Frank Costello: [sneaks up behind Costigan, snifffing] Excuse me, uh, French, I forgot my...
Billy Costigan: [in Costello's bar] Frank, how many of these guys have been with you long enough to be disgruntled, huh?
Frank Costello: The only one that can do what I do is me.
An English dentist had just yanked one of his wisdom teeth.
After weeks of cold and rain, he wandered into a bank and asked the teller about his deep suntan.
[the man looks startled] Frank Costello: [laughs] Only kidding.
Frank Costello: Who let this IRA motherfucker in my bar?
They should be publicly shamed.”Other women on the Facebook thread agreed, saying they had similar experiences and wanted to see the perpetrators punished in some way, like through a public Instagram account. ”That Instagram account became Bye Felipe, Tweten’s crowdsourced menagerie of mankind’s worst specimens.
This was 1960, long before he played the festival at the Isle of Wight in front of six hundred thousand people.
In those days, he was a Jamesian Jew, the provincial abroad, a refugee from the Montreal literary scene.
This was around 18 months ago, and he still messages me from time to time with a "hey," or my favourite, "I miss you." Met a guy who seemed to be decent.
We went to see a movie, and he kept talking about my feet — how "beautiful and sexy" he thought they were. " Later, during the movie, he asked if he could suck on my toes. I excused myself to go to the restroom and just walked straight out the door and left him in the theater.