Leo O'Bannion: [to Caspar] You ain't got a license to kill bookies and today I ain't sellin'. So take your flunky and dangle.

Tic-Tac: C'mon, Tom. Boss wants to see ya. He didn't have time to engrave nothin' formal.

Tic-Tac: You gotta remember to put one in his BRAIN. Your first shot puts him down, then you put one in his BRAIN. Then he's dead. Then we go home.

Verna: Maybe that's why I like you, Tom. I've never met anyone who made being a son of a bitch such a point of pride.

'Tom: Rug Daniels is dead.
Verna: Gee, that's tough.
Tom: Don't get hysterical.

Bernie: Look in your heart! Look in your heart!
Tom: What heart?

Bernie: Tommy, you can't do this! You don't bump guys! You're not like those animals back there. It's not right, Tom! They can't make us do this. It's the wrong situation, they can't make us different people than we are. We're not muscle, Tom. I... I... I... never killed anybody. I used a little information for a chisel, that's all. It's my nature, Tom! I... I... I... can't help it, somebody gives me an angle, I play it. I don't deserve to die for that. Do you think I do?
[Tom doesn't answer, he just keeps walking]
Bernie: I'm... I'm... I'm just a grifter, Tom. I'm... I'm... I'm... I'm... I'm an nobody! But I'll tell you what, I never crossed a friend, Tom. I never killed anybody, I never crossed a friend, nor you, I'll bet. We're not like those animals! This is not us! Th... th... this is some hop dream! It's a dream, Tommy! I'm praying to you! I can't die! I can't die... out here in the woods, like a dumb animal! In the woods, LIKE A DUMB ANIMAL! Like a dumb animal! I can't... I can't... I CAN'T DIE OUT HERE IN THE WOODS!... like a dumb animal. I can't... die!
[Bernie falls to his knees, praying]
Bernie: I'm praying to you! Look in your heart! I'm praying to you! Look in your heart! I'm praying to you! Look in your heart! I'm praying to you! Look in your heart...
[Tom slowly aims his gun at Bernie]
Bernie: I'm praying to you! Look in your heart. I'm praying to you... look in your heart... look in your heart! You can't kill me... look in your heart.

Caspar: You can't say, "I told you so."
Tom: I don't say that and I don't like people who do.

Caspar: You think that I'm some guinea, fresh off the boat, and you can kick me! But I'm too big for that now. I'm sick a' takin the scrap from you, Leo. I'm a' of marching into this goddamn office to kiss your Irish ass. And I'M SICK A' THE HIGH HAT!
[Puts on his hat and coat]
Caspar: Youse fancy pants, all a youse.
Leo: Johnny, you're exactly as big as I let you be, and no bigger, and don't forget it, ever.
Caspar: That's right, Leo. You're the big shot around here, and I'm just some schnook likes to get slapped around.

Eddie Dane: How'd you get the fat lip?
Tom: Old war wound. Acts up around morons.

Eddie Dane: Where's Leo?
Hitman: If I tell you, how do I know you won't kill me?
Eddie Dane: Because if you told me and I killed you and you were lying I wouldn't get to kill you then. Where's Leo?
Hitman: He's moving around. He's getting his mob together tomorrow night. Whisky Nick's.
Eddie Dane: You sure?
Hitman: Check it. It's gold.
Eddie Dane: You know what, yegg? I believe you.

Lazarre's Messenger: Hey, horses got knees?
Tom: I don't know... fetlocks
Lazarre's Messenger: Well if I was a horse, I'd be down on my fetlocks praying you don't bet on me.

Leo: I reckon I can still trade body-blows with any man in this town.
[Tom looks at him]
Leo: Except you Tom.
Tom: And Verna.

Leo: So you wanna kill him...
Eddie Dane: For starters.

Leo: You hear about Rug?
Tom: Yeah, RIP.
Leo: They took his hair, Tommy. Jesus, that's strange, why would they do that?
Tom: Maybe it was injuns.