Benny Blanco: Mr. Brigante, this is the second time you turned me down for a drink. What, you don’t like my champagne?
Carlito: It could be.
Benny Blanco: Maybe, there’s a mis-fucking-understanding. Maybe you don’t remember me, my name...
Carlito: Maybe I don’t give a shit. Maybe I don’t remember the last time I blew my nose either. Who the fuck are you, that I should remember you, huh? What, you think you’re like me? You ain’t like me, guy.
You’re a punk. I’ve been with made people. Connected people. Who you been with? Chain-snatchin’, jive-ass, maricon, motherfuckers. Why don’t you get lost? Go ahead, snatch a purse. Take a fuckin’ walk.