Terry: The old man's still an artist with a Thompson.
Leo O'Bannion: If I never see him again, it would be soon enough.
Johnny Caspar: One thing I always try to teach my boys: always put one in the brain.
Verna: Maybe that's why I like you, Tom. I've never met anyone who made being a son of a bitch such a point of pride.
Tom Reagan: Think about what protecting Bernie gets us. Think about what offending Caspar loses us.
Leo O'Bannion: Oh, come on, Tommy. You know I don't like to think.
Tom Reagan: Yeah. Well, think about whether you should start.
Tom Reagan: I am awake.
Tad: Your eyes are shut.
Tom Reagan: Who you gonna believe?
Johnny Caspar: You double-cross once - where's it all end? An interesting ethical question.
O'Doole: Look, don't nobody ask me, since I'm just the chief around here, but I'll tell you my opinion. Caspar is just as crazy as Leo, and an eye-tie into the bargain.
Tom Reagan: What's the matter, O'Doole? Doesn't anything ever suit you?
Mink: Hey Tom, what's the rumpus?
Tom Reagan: You can't hijack me, Tic-tac, we're on the same side now. Or didn't you get that far in school?
Verna: What did you tell Leo?
Tom Reagan: I told him you were a tramp and he should dump you.
Tom Reagan: You don't hold elected office in this town. You run it because people think you do. They stop thinking it you stop running it.
Mink: Listen, Bernie wants to see you. It's important.
Tom Reagan: Yeah, well, I'm right here. I'm not made of glass.
Tom Reagan: Rug Daniels is dead.
Verna: Gee, that's tough.
Tom Reagan: Don't get hysterical.
Adolph: Hey, horses got knees?
Tom Reagan: I don't know... fetlocks.
Adolph: Well if I was a horse, I'd be down on my fetlocks praying you don't bet on me.
Verna: Shouldn't you be doing your job?
Tom Reagan: Intimidating helpless women is my job.
Verna: Then go find one, and intimidate her.
Tic-Tac: C'mon, Tom. Boss wants to see ya. He didn't have time to engrave nothin' formal.
Tom Reagan: So, uh, you didn't see Bernie Birnbaum before he was shown across?
Clarence "Drop" Johnson: Uh, no?
Tom Reagan: Seen him since?
Tom Reagan: Tell Lazarre no hard feelings.
Lazarre's Messenger: Jesus Tom, he knows.
Tic-Tac: You gotta remember to put one in his brain. Your first shot puts him down, then you put one in his brain. Then he's dead. Then we go home.
