Mitchell: I've got beer and... vodka.
Mitchell: She'll lie in my bed for nothin'.
Mitchell: Piss off, kid.
Cummings: Watch out for falling rocks.
Cummings: The coffee is cold and you are a lousy butler.
Benton: I am not a lousy butler.
Cummings: You are a lousy butler.
Benton: I am not.
Cummings: I say you are a lousy butler, the coffee is cold.
Walter Deaney: Call Mistretta. Tell him to talk to Gallano.
Walter Deaney: Shut up. I'm thinking.
Mitchell: Sorry, beer's got a little excited.
Chief Pallin: People don't like you, Mitchell. I don't care for you much myself.
James Arthur Cummings: What are you doing with those steaks? Growing them?
