Lucky Number Slevin

Lucky Number Slevin quotes

65 total quotes (ID: 365)

Lindsey
Mr. Goodkat
Notes and references
Slevin Kelevra
The Boss
The Rabbi


Lindsey: What happened to your nose?
Slevin: I was using it to break some guy's fist.


Nick: ****. Shit. Jesus.
Mr. Goodkat: '****, Shit, Jesus' is right

Slevin: I'm not gay.
Brikowski: I'm a cop.
Slevin: Well, I'm not a robber, if you catch my drift.

I'm going to say the same thing a man with two penises says when his tailor asks him if he dresses right or left. Yes.

Slevin: Anything else you want to tell me?
The Boss: I suppose I don't need to say anything as trite and cliche as "go to the police and you're a dead man".
Slevin: I think you just did.
The Boss: I guess I did.

Don't worry. I'm gonna kill somebody.

Slevin: Ok, I'm under the impression that you're under the impression that I owe you 96,000 dollars.
The Boss: No, you owe Slim Hopkins 96,000 dollars. You owe Slim, Slim owes me... You owe me.

The Boss: [Showing a picture] This was my son. Notice how I said was? That's because he's dead. Relegated to the past tense. Went from an is to a was before he had his breakfast.
Slevin: Bummer.

Are you familiar with the schmoo, Mr. Fisher?

Smith: There was a time.
Buddy: [wakes up, sees a man in a wheelchair is addressing him, and checks his watch] 4:35.
Smith: You misunderstood. I wasn't asking for the time, I was just saying "there was a time."
Buddy: There was a time?
Smith: Mm-hmm. Take Brown Sugar back there, for example. [indicates elderly woman] She's pretty ****ing foxy, right?
Buddy: [pause] She's seventy.
Smith: If she's a day. But there was a time.

I'm a world-class assassin, ****head. How do you think I found out?

Sloe: The guy we lookin' for. His name is uh, his name is-
Elvis: His name is Nick, man.
Sloe: Nick, yeah. The cat's name is Nick. Now who, who are you?
Slevin: I'm Slevin.(Sloe mutters the name confused for a minute)
Sloe: You got some ID?(Short pause)
Slevin: You see the funny thing about that is I got mugged this morning-
Sloe: Hey! Tell it to the one-legged man, so he can bump it off down the road.

The Rabbi: You must be Mr. Fisher.
Slevin: Must I be? Because it hasn't been working out for me lately.
The Rabbi: But I'm afraid you must.
Slevin: Well, if I must.

Bad dog.

Sorry about that, son. But sometimes there's more to life than just livin'. Besides, you can't have a Kansas City Shuffle without a body.