Mulligan: Alright Spats, services are over, lets go.
Spats Colombo: Go where?
Mulligan: A little country club we run for retired bootleggers. I'm puttin your name up for membership.
Spats Colombo: I don't join nothin'.
Mulligan: Ahh... you'll like it there, I'll get the prison tailor to fit you with a pair of special spats - striped.
Spats Colombo: Big joke.
Sugar: I come from this musical family. My mother is a piano teacher and my father was a conductor.
Joe: Where did he conduct?
Sugar: On the Baltimore and Ohio.
Sig Poliakoff: You're the wrong shape. Goodbye.
Joe: What are you looking for - hunchbacks or something?
Sig Poliakoff: It's not the backs that worry me.