The Departed

Mr. French: Do you know me?
Costigan: No. No.
Mr. French: Well, I’m the guy who tells you there’s guys you can hit and guys you can’t. Now, that’s not quite a guy you can’t hit, but he’s almost a guy you can’t hit. So I’m gonna make a fuckin’ ruling on this right now: you don’t fucking hit him. You understand?
Costigan: Yeah, excellent. Fine, fine. Fine.
Mr. French: I fucking know you. I know your family. You make one more drug deal with that idiot, fucking cop-magnet of a cousin and I’ll forget your grandmother was so nice to me. I’ll cut your fucking nuts off. You understand that?
Costigan: Yeah. Yeah, I do.
Mr. French: What are you drinking?
Costigan: Cranberry juice.
Mr. French: What is it, your period? Get him a cranberry juice.