Carlos: You son of a bitch! How could you do this? Friendship is the only choice in life you can make that's yours! You can't choose your family, God damn it - I've had to face that! And no man should be judged for whatever direction his dick goes - that's like blaming a compass for pointing north, for Christ's sake! Friendship is all we have! We chose each other. How could you fuck it up? How could you make us look so bad?
Jo Ann: Mr. McKussic, it seems, has been engaged in his business for purely romantic reasons, whilst you have been engaged in romance for purely business reasons.
Nick Frescia: I'm not sure I understand.
Jo Ann: A little vague for you?
Nick Frescia: A little.
Jo Ann: Well, then, let me spell it out for you: you want to fuck your friend, then fuck him, not me.
Jo Ann: What is it? You need some chap stick or lip gloss or something? Because your lips keep getting stuck on your teeth. Or is that your idea of a smile?
Gregg Lindroff: You meet at Orville and Wilbur's every Christmas. He throws his Chevrolet keys on the bar. You throw your Porsche keys on the bar. You pick up your drink with a gold Rolex on your wrist. He wears a Timex. Even if he wasn't a cop he'd hate your guts.
Maguire: If you call her... You go anywhere near Mac's, I'll have you shot.
Nick Frescia: You mean "arrested" don't you, Hal?