Darwin Mayflower: So, Hawkmeister. We've got you clothes, a great hotel and a 250,000 lira per diem.
Minerva Mayflower: That's 200 dollars a day. So he can get a hooker and some tequila? Veto, Darwin.
Hudson Hawk: I guess we see who wears the penis in this family.
Hudson Hawk: If the Mario brothers weren't New Jersey's third-largest crime family, I'd say, "Kiss my ass." But considering your status, I will say, "Slurp my butt."
Hudson Hawk: Will you play Nintendo with me?
Anna: I can't think of anyone I'd rather play Nintendo with.
Tommy Five-Tone: That doughnut-hole-eating, son-of-a-bitch, take-it-in-the-ear-for-a-beer, rat bastard.
Waiter: I am the waiter, sir.
Hudson Hawk: Oh. Very nice. Fettucini con fungi porcinni. Prego. Oh, and bring me a bottle of ketchup, will ya?
Anna: You heard him.
Waiter: Ketchup! Ketchup! Stupid Americanos, always ketchup.
George Kaplan: I want to make it up to you, kid. That's why I got you this gig. And to quote the late, great Karen Carpenter, "we have only just begun."
Hudson Hawk: Hey, this doesn't taste like cappuccino.
Anna: Oh. I guess I put too much ethyl chloride in it.
Tommy Five-Tone: I hated cigarettes until I saw my first no smoking sign. Keep off the grass? Let's play soccer. The law I cared for was friendship. I broke that one too, didn't I.
Anna: In one day - less than one day of planning, and you did it. You started the week by stealing the Sforza and ended by swiping the Codex. What are your plans for the weekend? Hoisting away the Coliseum? Tell me, did the Devil make you do it, or did Darwin and Minerva Mayflower?
Hudson Hawk: Can't we just go back to the kissing part?