Imagine you're a deer. You're prancing along, you get thirsty, you spot a little brook,...

Mona Lisa Vito:

You're goin' hunting? Vinny Gambini:
That's right. Mona Lisa Vito:
Why are you going hunting? Shouldn't you be out preparing for court? Vinny Gambini:
I was thinking last night. If only I knew what he knows, you know? If he'd let me look at his files; oh boy. Mona Lisa Vito:
I don't get it. What does getting to Trotter's files have anything to do with hunting? Vinny Gambini:
Well, you know, two guys, out in the woods, guns, on the hunt. It's a bonding thing, you know; show him I'm one of the boys. He's not gonna let me look at his files, but maybe he'll relax enough to drop his guard so I can finesse a little information out of him. [searches through his clothes] Vinny Gambini:
What am I gonna wear? Mona Lisa Vito:
What are ya gonna hunt? Vinny Gambini:
I don't know. He's got a lot of stuffed heads in his office. Mona Lisa Vito:
Heads? [Vinny looks up at Lisa] Mona Lisa Vito:
What kinda heads? Vinny Gambini:
I don't know, he's got a boar, a bear, a couple of deer. Mona Lisa Vito:
Whoa. You're gonna shoot a deer? Vinny Gambini:
I don't know. I suppose. I mean, I'm a man's man, I could go deer hunting. Mona Lisa Vito:
A sweet, innocent, harmless, leaf-eating, doe-eyed little deer. Vinny Gambini:
Hey Lisa, I'm not gonna go out there just to wimp out, you know. I mean, the guy will lose respect for me, would you rather have that? [Lisa gets up, walks over to the bathroom and shuts the door] Vinny Gambini:
What about these pants I got on, you think they're O.K.? [Looks down] Vinny Gambini:
Oh! Mona Lisa Vito:
[comes out of the bathroom]
Imagine you're a deer. You're prancing along, you get thirsty, you spot a little brook, you put your little deer lips down to the cool clear water... BAM! A fuckin bullet rips off part of your head! Your brains are laying on the ground in little bloody pieces! Now I ask ya. Would you give a fuck what kind of pants the son of a bitch who shot you was wearing?