Nicky Santoro: How the fuck can you grin?
Nicky Santoro: We're supposed to be robbin' this place, you dumb fuckin' Hebe.
Nicky Santoro: Fuckin' Jews stick together, don't they?
Frank Marino: They're havin' a good time.
Nicky Santoro: Yeah? So are we.
Nicky Santoro: That black book's a joke. It's only got two names in it for the whole country. And one of them's still Al Capone.
Nicky Santoro: If a guy fucking tripped over a banana peel, they'd bring me in for it.
Nicky Santoro: What are you staring at you bald-headed Jew prick?
Nicky Santoro: Fuckin' bosses. I mean, they're smokin' their Di Nobilis and they're eatin' trippa and fuckin' suffritt', you know, fried pigs guts? While, if I wanna talk private, I gotta go to a fuckin' bus stop.
Nicky Santoro: A lot of holes in the desert, and a lot of problems are buried in those holes. But you gotta do it right. I mean, you gotta have the hole already dug before you show up with a package in the trunk. Otherwise, you're talking about a half-hour to forty-five minutes worth of digging. And who knows who's gonna come along in that time? Pretty soon, you gotta dig a few more holes. You could be there all fuckin' night.
Nicky Santoro: Ace don't... listen, don't... don't make a scene, all right?
Ace Rothstein: I want to just talk. I want to talk to that Irish bitch.
Nicky Santoro: She didn't know who to turn to. She... she didn't know where to turn. She was tryin' to save your marriage.
Ace Rothstein: Yeah? Nicky, I want to talk to that fuckin' bitch.
Nicky Santoro: Hey, be fuckin' nice. Calm. Be nice. Don't fuck up in here,.
Nicky Santoro: And we know what you do, don't we Charlie? You fuck people out of money and get away with it.
Charlie Clark: You can't talk to me like that.
Nicky Santoro: Hey, you fat Irish prick! You put my fucking money to sleep. You go get my fucking money or I'll put your fucking brain to sleep.
Nicky Santoro: I've been trying to reach you. You're tougher to get than the president.
Charlie Clark: Well, I've been busy.
Nicky Santoro: Yeah, the least you could do is return my phone calls, though.
Tommy DeVito: You know Spider, you're a fuckin' mumbling stuttering little fuck. You know that?
Tommy DeVito: I'm funny how? I mean funny like I'm a clown? I amuse you? I make you laugh? I'm here to fuckin' amuse you? What do you mean, funny? Funny how? How am I funny? (00:21:15)
Tommy DeVito: Hey, Spider, that fuckin' bandage on your foot is bigger than your fuckin' head.
Tommy DeVito: Sure, mom, I settle down with a nice girl every night, then I'm free the next morning.
Martin Riggs: Police! Open up!
Leo Getz: How do I know it's the police?
Martin Riggs: After I shoot you through the door, you can examine the bullet. Open up!
Leo Getz: I'm Leo Getz, and whatever you want, Leo gets.
Consulate Envoy: Listen to your friend here, he knows what he's talking about. I don't think you want to go to South Africa.
Roger Murtaugh: Why not?
Consulate Envoy: Because you're black!
Leo Getz: You are.
Leo Getz: This is a high speed chase! Get out of the way!
Murtaugh: Free South Africa, you dumb son of a bitch!
Leo Getz: You dumb son of a bitch!
