Paulie: Nicky don't go for spit. 'Nose' still shines his own shoes, pop. I don't call that success.
Paulie's Father: Oh yeah? And what do you call it?
Paulie: Knowin' how to spend it. I never ordered a Brandy in my life that wasn't Cordon Bleu... I took two-hundred from shylocks, pop, to see Sinatra at the Garden? Sat two seats away from Tony Bennett. That's success.
Charlie: Mister. I am the Pope, this might be your church, right now I'm the Pope of Greenwich Village 'cause I got the tape all right?
Bedbug Eddie: I like you have balls. I don't get too mad at that.
Paulie: Murder rap? Nobody came within twenty feet of that yo-yo. He dived into that hole like a fucking gopher.
Barney: He's not gonna give you up, Charlie. You're family.
Charlie: Family, that fuckin' kid? We're third cousins.
Barney: Third cousins. For Italians. That's like twin brothers with the Irish.
Paulie: Cut that out you Argentine degenerate! That's my brother's place your robbin' there. This ain't some filthy little jail in Caracas, this is A-mer-i-ca.
Paulie: The cop shit his pants! Hey, hey, the cop shit his pants.
