Lilly Dillon: Well, sure, Roy. You want me to drive up -? Okay, fine, come on down. It won't be a home-cooked meal, you know.
Roy Dillon: Well, that's good news.
Roy Dillon: You talk the lingo. What's your pitch?
Myra Langtry: The long end, big con.
Roy Dillon: Nobody does that single-o.
Myra Langtry: I was teamed ten years with the best in the business, Cole Langley.
Roy Dillon: I've heard the name.
Myra Langtry: It was beautiful! And getting better all the time.
Roy Dillon: Is that right?
Myra Langtry: It is, Roy. It's where you should be. What do you bring in, $300, $400 a week? We used money like that for tips.
Lilly Dillon: You're working some angle, and don't tell me you're not because I wrote the book.
Roy Dillon: What about you? You still handling playback money for the mob?
Lilly Dillon: THAT's me. That's who I am. You were never cut out for the rackets, Roy.
Roy Dillon: How come?
Lilly Dillon: You aren't tough enough.
Roy Dillon: Not as tough as you, huh?
Lilly Dillon: Get off the grift, Roy.
Roy Dillon: Why?
Lilly Dillon: You haven't got the stomach for it.
Roy Dillon: Well, who's a boy gonna talk to if not his mother?
Lilly Dillon: I gave you your life twice. I'm asking you to give me mine once.
