- Bobby Blane: Sometimes adrenaline gives people the shakes, some might think it's cowardice, so maybe you'd want to pray about it.
- Jimmy: I'm not a religious man.
- Bobby Blane: There's nothing wrong with prayer. We knew this firefighter, this trooper, who always caried a bible next to his heart. We used to mock him, but that bible stopped a bullet.
- Jimmy: No shit.
- Bobby Blane: Hand of God, that bible stopped a bullet, would of ruined that fucker's heart. And had he had another bible in front of his face, that man would be alive today.
- D.A. Freccia: You're a pretty smart fella.
- Joe Moore: Ah, not that smart.
- D.A. Freccia: [If] you're not that smart, how'd you figure it out?
- Joe Moore: I tried to imagine a fella smarter than myself. Then I tried to think, "what would he do?"
- Joe Moore: Why doesn't he shoot me?
- Fran Moore: That's the deal.
- Joe Moore: He ain't gonna shoot me?
- Fran Moore: No.
- Joe Moore: Then he hadn't ought to point a gun at me. It's insincere.
- Coffee Cart Man: Hey buddy. You forgot your change.
- Joe Moore: [Takes the change] Makes the world go round.
- Bobby Blane: What's that?
- Joe Moore: Gold.
- Bobby Blane: Some people say love.
- Joe Moore: Well, they're right, too. It is love. Love of gold.
- Fran Moore: Stay in the shadows.
- Joe Moore: Hey, everybody's gonna be looking in the shadows.
- Fran Moore: So where's the place to be?
- Joe Moore: The place to be is in the sun.
- Fran Moore: Don't smoke a cigarette.
- Jimmy: Makes me look calm.
- Fran Moore: What kind of person tries to look calm?
- Jimmy: Excuse me. Excuse me, Mr. Bergman asked you a question.
- Bobby Blane: Uh-huh.
- Jimmy: Excuse me. Excuse me, my, my uncle asked you a question.
- Bobby Blane: Hey, fuck your uncle.
- Jimmy: Fuck my uncle? You're the help.
- [Blane punches Jimmy in the stomach]
- Bobby Blane: I'm the help? Yeah, I'm the help, motherfucker.
- Jimmy: What do you say we stop for a drink?
- Fran Moore: It's a long road. Let's get to the meet.
- Jimmy: Yeah, that's difficult. You want me to tell you why? There is no meet.
- Fran Moore: Joe wouldn't like that.
- Jimmy: We left Joe at the airport. There is no meet, you know that. Your guy went out, got his picture on a postage stamp. He got old. Let's cut the shucking and the jiving. What kind of man sends you to me, sends his wife to me? To distract me? Oh, surprise, I was all taken in. How about that? What a fool I am. Would I do that to you? Would I do that to you? And p.s., who liked it? For old time's sake, why don't we cut the nonsense and say what it is.
- Fran Moore: I need a drink.
- Jimmy: What the hell, did he think he was gonna go home with the gold? In what fairy tale? Only one didn't know that was him. That old man needed someone to sit down, draw it for him on a napkin.
- Bergman: How do you pick up your share? Where's the gold? Where's the meet?
- Pinky: What're you gonna do, hurt me?
- Bergman: Well, no, actually, no. I'm not gonna hurt you. But tell a guy, I'm full of admiration. What was the deal? What was the deal?
- Pinky: The way you're looking at the deal, the deal was we get away with the gold. Cute, huh?
- Bergman: No, that's charming. And then what?
- Pinky: We slip away.
- Bergman: You slip away? And me and my guys, we go to the meet and we find a truck full of pig iron. Is that the thing?
- Pinky: Well, Joe figured you weren't ever going to the meet.
- Bergman: He did? You know, your guy doesn't get it in his head to fly off on a variation, we're all out on the patio right now, we're all having a margarita! Where's the gold?
- Pinky: You understand my reluctance to tell you.
- Pinky: Oh my, oh my. Go sell chocolates you Heidi-motherfuckers, go sell cukoo clocks, we got your gold!
- [In a bar]
- Betty Croft: Take it easy, baby, that stuff'll rot your stomach lining.
- Fran Moore: Yeah, but I get to drink it first.
- Bergman: Are you fuckin' with me? Are you FUCKIN' with me? Or are you done FUCKIN' with me? Because I've just financialized the problem, and you've just become more trouble than you're worth.
- Bergman: Lemme add this sweetener: you do the fuckin' job, or else I'm gonna turn you over. I'm gonna drop a Roosevelt dime on your ass. 'Finita la commedia.' How strict is that, you fuckin' vontz? I'm sorry that I hafta use such language in front of a woman, were it not for whom I'd waste your fucking ass.
- Bergman: This other thing, the Swiss thing, if I was a publisher I'd publish the plans.
- Bobby Blane: Why don't you publish the plans?
- Bergman: Yeah, no, I said that's what I would do if I was a publisher. Unfortunately, I'm a thief so I have to do that thing.
- Joe Moore: You want to play the dozens? Huh? Here we go. There was an error at the hospital, you died at birth, your turn.
- Pinky: Never liked the Swiss, they make them little clocks, these two cocksuckers come out of 'em with these little hammers, hit each other on the head. What kind of sick mentality is that?
- Bobby Blane: Hey, you go to that plastic surgeon, don't you let him put you all the way under. I knew a cat in Stateville one time; went to get his face fixed. Woke up and the sucker had given him a pair of tits.
- Joe Moore: [laughs] That's a bad beat, no question.
- Bobby Blane: Oh, and he landed back inside and never had to want for cigarettes.
- Joe Moore: You screw me on Wednesday, you screw me on Friday. I gotta go, I got my picture on a cereal box.