- Sonny Sassone: That's right. That's the way we do it. Mafia style. You look a man dead in the eye and, watch the light go out. But chu wouldn't know anything 'bout *that* would ya, *coppa*?
- Detective Mac Taylor: I'm a Marine, you little punk. I've put men in the ground in foreign soil so you can sleep at night, but you wouldn't know anything about *that*, would ya - *kid*? Let me tell you something about the mob. Back in their heyday, these oldtimers, they dealt in death and violence because of one thing: business. Not sport. They were smart. You punks are idiots.
- Danny Messer: [identifying a victim's gang tattoo for Mac] It's a fugazi. It's fake. I mean, this ink might be real, but there's no way this is a Tanglewood Boy. There's no in date. You see right here? The real tattoo would have an in date, which is the day you join, and have an out date, which is the day you leave legitimately. Which, by the way, rarely happens. This kid's definitely a wannabe.
- Aiden Burn: [at a massage parlor/"rub a tug" establishment] Come on! Act like you haven't been to a place like this before.
- Danny Messer: You kidding me? I got girlfriends for that, why would I pay?
- Aiden Burn: Yeah, all right. You're payin' one way or the other, trust me.
- Detective Stella Bonasera: [thinking about their next move] So we still need to prove that they were with Paul Montenassi. Surveillence camera at the bar?
- Detective Mac Taylor: [smiles, recallinfg an ATM machine at the bar] Adam.
- Detective Stella Bonasera: Who's Adam?
- Detective Mac Taylor: [sees empty trophey case, reads gold placard] Mickey Mantle bat: $5,000.
- Detective Stella Bonasera: That's a lot of money for a piece of wood.
- Detective Mac Taylor: I think... it's a Mickey Mantle. If it is, it's a collectors item. Autographed bat from the "Mick" goes for around five grand these days.
- Detective Stella Bonasera: Wow! Expensive murder weapon. Why would you kill someone with a five thousand dollar bat?
- Sonny Sassone: Look at me. You see me wearing a silk suit, and a fat tie with marinara on my shirt? Forget about old times, those days is dead, it's dead! They were suckers, they worked too hard. The Tanglewood Boys represent the next generation of mobster. Set up shop wherever we want, pull any bitch we want, sniff the finest China, roll in six-figure cars, and snuff out any punk-ass poser rat who needs to be put back in his hole. We have our own set of rules.
- Detective Mac Taylor: So do we.
- Sonny Sassone: You're gonna tell me about the mob? Who are you? What do you two make a year, huh?
- Detective Stella Bonasera: Ninety-five thousand seven hundred forty-six dollars and thirty-two cents, and we earn every penny of it.
- Sonny Sassone: [laughs] I spend that a year on blow.
- Detective Stella Bonasera: Yeah, I can tell.
- Danny Messer: [at a massage parlor, illuminating semen-stained towels in a hamper] This is Chernobyl.
- Detective Stella Bonasera: [Stella sees a Derek Jeter bobblehead on the dashboard of an SUV she and Mac are processing] Who is that on the dashboard? Mickey Mantle?
- Detective Mac Taylor: I dunno. Looks kind of like Derek Jeter.
- Detective Stella Bonasera: Derek Jeter from the Yankees, right?
- Detective Mac Taylor: Yeah
- Detective Stella Bonasera: Didn't they get beat by Boston or something?
- Detective Mac Taylor: We were up three to zero and then we got swept. But we're trying to forget that.
- Detective Mac Taylor: [at murder scene during the winter] Lucky for us it happened out here. We have the best investigative tool money can't buy: snow.
- [Detectives Messer and Burn question man whose semen was found on towel at a massage parlor]
- Ross Lee: Why would I go there? I'm a happily married man. And my back is fine.
- Aiden Burn: It's your front we're interested in.
- Danny Messer: [pacing around the floor while Mac is working with the DNA machine] Steady... steady is uh... good... great!