Gilbert Coney Quotes in Motherless Brooklyn
Food really mellows me out.
I gritted my teeth while my brain went Guy walks into the ambulance ramp stabs you in the goddamn emergency gut says I need an immediate stab in the garbage in the goddamn walk-in ambulance says just a minute looks in the back says I think I’ve got a stab in the goddamn walk-in immediate ambuloaf ambulamp octoloaf oafulope.
“Oafyoulope!” I screamed, tears in my eyes.
Minna was barely a man then himself, of course, though he seemed one to us.
'You probably ought to know, Lionel's a freak," said Tony, his voice vibrant with self-regard.
"Yeah, well, you're all freaks, if you don't mind me pointing it out,” said Minna "No parents—or am I mixed up?"
Silence.
"Finish your beer," said Minna tossing his can past us, into the back of the van.
And that was the end of our first job for Frank Minna.
"This is exciting for you, Ma? I got all of motherless Brooklyn up here for you. Merry Christmas."
Minna Men wear suits. Minna Men drive cars. Minna Men listen to tapped lines. Minna Men stand behind Minna hands in their pockets, looking menacing. Minna Men carry money. Minna Men collect money. Minna Men don't ask questions. Minna Men answer phones. Minna Men pick up packages. Minna Men are clean-shaven. Minna Men follow instructions. Minna Men try to be like Minna but Minna is dead.
It all happened at once. There were six of them, a vision to break your heart. I was almost glad Minna was gone so he'd never have to face it, how perfectly the six middle-aged Japanese men of Fujisaki filled the image the Minna Men had always strained toward but had never reached and never would reach… […] They were all we could never be no matter how Minna pushed us: absolutely a team, a unit, their presence collective like a floating island of charisma and force.
Gilbert Coney Quotes in Motherless Brooklyn
Food really mellows me out.
I gritted my teeth while my brain went Guy walks into the ambulance ramp stabs you in the goddamn emergency gut says I need an immediate stab in the garbage in the goddamn walk-in ambulance says just a minute looks in the back says I think I’ve got a stab in the goddamn walk-in immediate ambuloaf ambulamp octoloaf oafulope.
“Oafyoulope!” I screamed, tears in my eyes.
Minna was barely a man then himself, of course, though he seemed one to us.
'You probably ought to know, Lionel's a freak," said Tony, his voice vibrant with self-regard.
"Yeah, well, you're all freaks, if you don't mind me pointing it out,” said Minna "No parents—or am I mixed up?"
Silence.
"Finish your beer," said Minna tossing his can past us, into the back of the van.
And that was the end of our first job for Frank Minna.
"This is exciting for you, Ma? I got all of motherless Brooklyn up here for you. Merry Christmas."
Minna Men wear suits. Minna Men drive cars. Minna Men listen to tapped lines. Minna Men stand behind Minna hands in their pockets, looking menacing. Minna Men carry money. Minna Men collect money. Minna Men don't ask questions. Minna Men answer phones. Minna Men pick up packages. Minna Men are clean-shaven. Minna Men follow instructions. Minna Men try to be like Minna but Minna is dead.
It all happened at once. There were six of them, a vision to break your heart. I was almost glad Minna was gone so he'd never have to face it, how perfectly the six middle-aged Japanese men of Fujisaki filled the image the Minna Men had always strained toward but had never reached and never would reach… […] They were all we could never be no matter how Minna pushed us: absolutely a team, a unit, their presence collective like a floating island of charisma and force.
