Gus: You don't know anything about scouting.
Johnny: Don't tell them that.
Mickey: Yes, I'm still single. Very single.
Johnny: Maybe you are emotionally unavailable.
Mickey: Emotionally unavailable?
Johnny: Yeah.
Mickey: Who are you, Dr. Phil?
Johnny: Hey, that is quality television.
Johnny: Where'd you learn how to drink, uh, fancy single-malt Scotch out of the bottle? They teach you that at law school?
Mickey: No. My dad. Yet another brilliant gift he bestowed upon me.
Gus: What do you say now, jackass? That's known as, trouble with the curve.
Johnny: You know too much about baseball to be a lawyer.
Mickey: It's a long story.
Johnny: I'd like to hear it.
Mickey: I don't wanna tell it.
Gus: You shouldn't be in a place like this.
Mickey: You used to sneak me into places worse than this.
Johnny: So, what's Mickey short for? Michelle?
Mickey: Mickey is short for Mickey. As in Mickey Mantle, my father's favorite player.
Johnny: Aha. Lucky it wasn't Yogi Berra.
Gus: What are you all staring at? I'm not a pole dancer.
Mickey: Why are right next to me?
Johnny: Because you're the first scout I've ever been attracted to - thank God.
Mickey: I'm not a scout, I'm a lawyer.
Johnny: Normally a deal breaker, but I'm all about expanding my leve of tolerance, self-improvement, et cetera.
Gus: I know I'm as blind as a slab of concrete, but I'm not helpless. I'll put a bullet in my head when that happens.
Mickey: That's comforting.
