Bound (1996)

Caesar: You don't wanna shoot me, Vi. Do ya. Do ya? I know you don't.
Violet: Caesar, you don't know shit.

Violet: I'm not apologizing for what I did. I'm apologizing for what I didn't do.

Corky: For me, stealing's always been a lot like sex. Two people who want the same thing: they get in a room, they talk about it. They start to plan. It's kind of like flirting. It's kind of like... foreplay, 'cause the more they talk about it, the wetter they get. The only difference is, I can fuck someone I've just met. But to steal? I need to know someone like I know myself.
Violet: You think you know me like that?

Corky: You can't kill me.
Caesar: Oh really? Why not?
Corky: I could be lying.

Caesar: I'm a dead man, Johnnie? I'm a fucking dead man? Guess again, Johnnie. Who's the dead man? Who? Who's dead, fuckface? Who? Who? I can't hear you, Johnnie. Guess again. Take another guess, Johnnie. Take another fucking guess.

Caesar: What did she do to you?
Violet: Everything you couldn't.

Violet: Shelly knows what I am. He saw me in a bar with another woman.
Corky: Yeah, I suppose he just wants to watch.

Violet: That's a great tattoo. Beautiful labrys. Are you surprised I know what it is?
Corky: Maybe.
Violet: I have a tattoo. Would you like to see it?

Micky Malnato: Now I'm gonna ask you 10 times, Shelly, 10 times.

Violet: Oh, Johnnie hits on me all the time. He hits on anything in high heels.

Corky: So what are you saying? You don't have sex with men?
Violet: I don't.
Corky: Oh, for Christ's sake, Violet, I heard you. Thin walls, remember?

Violet: I have this image of you - inside of me - like a part of me.

Corky: If there's one thing I can't stand about sleeping with women, it's all the fucking mind-reading.

Gino Marzzone: Caesar, you gotta do me a favor. A personal favor for me. You gotta start respecting Johnnie, the way you respect me. Capisce? Good, good. And you, Johnnie. You gotta stop acting stupid. You gonna earn this respect that Caesar's gonna give. Capisce? Good, done.

Violet: Gino doesn't speak much English, or at least he pretends not to.

Violet: We're not that different, Corky.
Corky: Ah, let's see. This is the part where you tell me what matters is on the inside, and that inside of you there's a little dyke just like me.
Violet: No, she's nothing like you. She's a whole lot smarter than you are.

Corky: When you get tired of Cagney and Lacey, find me.

Corky: So, Caesar works for the Mafia?
Violet: Strange, nobody calls it that anymore. Caesar calls it "the Business."