Tommy DeVito: [about Morrie's corpse] Hey Frank, let's chop him up.
Frankie Carbone: All right. [starts to get out of the car]
Tommy DeVito: Where you going? Where you going, you dizzy motherfucker, you?
Frankie Carbone: To chop him up.
Tommy DeVito: At Charlie's, not here! [Carbone mumbles to himself in Italian]
Tommy DeVito: Come on, what are you doing? Let's get the fuck outta here. I oughta let him [motions to Morrie] fucking drive. What are you waiting for?
Frankie Carbone: The car's cold.
Tommy DeVito: Get the fuck outta here! What fucking warm enough? Get outta here!