- Okla: Lie to no one. If there's somebody close to you, you're gonna ruin it with a lie. And if they're a stranger, who the fuck are they you gotta lie to?
- Frank: I have run out of time. I have lost it all. So I can't work fast enough to catch up. I can't run fast enough to catch up. And the only thing that catches me up is doing my magic act.
- Frank: You are making big profits from my work, my risk, my sweat. But that is okay, because I elected to make that deal. But now, the deal is over. I want my end, and I am out.
- Leo: Why don't you join a labor union?
- Frank: I am wearing it.
- Mitch: Frank, don't.
- Attaglia: Do it slick.
- Frank: My money in 24 hours, or you will wear your ass for a hat.
- Frank: I am the last guy in the world that you wanna fuck with.
- Leo: Look. I said fuckin' look at 'im! Look at what happened to ya friend 'cause you gotta go against the way the things go down. You treat what I try to do for you like shit? You don't wanna work for me, what's wrong with you? And then, you carry a piece, in my house! You one of those burned-out demolished wackos in the joint? You're scary, because you don't give a fuck. But don't come onto me now with your jailhouse bullshit 'cause you are not that guy, don't you get it, you prick? You got a home, car, businesses, family, and I own the paper on ya whole fuckin' life. I'll put ya cunt wife on the street to be fucked in the ass by niggers and Puerto Ricans. Ya kid's mine because I bought it. You got 'im on loan, he is leased, you are renting him. I'll whack out ya whole family. People'll be eatin' 'em in their lunch tomorrow in their Wimpyburgers and not know it. You get paid what I say. You do what I say. I run you. There is no discussion. I want, you work - until you are burned-out, you are busted, or you're dead. You get it? You got responsibilities - tighten up and do it. Clean this mess up, get 'im outta here. Back to work, Frank.
- Frank: Look, in what I do there are sometimes pressures. What the hell do you think that I do? Come on. Come on, every morning I walk in for five months, say hi - what the hell do you think that I do?
- Jessie: You sell little fucking cars, that's what you do.
- Frank: I wear $150 slacks, I wear silk shirts, I wear $800 suits, I wear a gold watch, I wear a perfect, D-flawless three carat ring. I change cars like other guys change their fucking shoes. I'm a thief. I've been in prison, all right?
- Jessie: So what, I don't care.
- Frank: So what?
- Jessie: Don't tell me.
- Frank: So what? I never even told my wife that...
- Jessie: I don't care.
- Frank: Who is now gone. Did I ever come on to you?
- Jessie: No.
- Frank: Well you see.
- Jessie: See? See what?
- Frank: See, I - I am a straight arrow. I am a true blue kind of a guy. I've been cool. I am now unmarried. So let's cut the mini-moves and the bullshit, and get on with this big romance.
- Jessie: What? I don't believe it. Do you think that I've been waiting for you to come along? What is this shit?
- Frank: You think I'm kidding, I can tell. This is strictly on the up and up.
- Jessie: Jesus Christ.
- Frank: Did it ever occur to you, to try to work for a living? Take down your own scores?
- Boreksco: Okay, fuck this guy.
- Urizzi: I'll tell you something, I'm gonna be on your ass so much, you're gonna get careless. And on that day I'm gonna be in that place.
- Frank: And that, is the last place that you wanna be. 'Cause no matter what happens, I will never, ever take a pinch from a greasy motherfucker like you.
- Frank: You talking to me or somebody else walk in this room?
- Mrs. Knowles: I see on your application here - by the way, you misspelled mail, it's M-A-L-E, the other's what we put in post boxes - I see you put under employer: 1959 to 1976, Joliet State Penitentiary.
- Frank: Yes.
- Mrs. Knowles: You worked for the state, I take it?
- Frank: After a fashion.
- Mrs. Knowles: And what did you do at the prison?
- Frank: Desks. I, uh, I spot-welded desks, and then I got promoted to shoes.
- Mrs. Knowles: You were in charge of the shop?
- Frank: Lady, I was a convict, I was doing time.
- Mrs. Knowles: You were what?
- Jessie: Frank, let's go.
- Mrs. Knowles: Umm, you have to understand, we have more applicants than children...
- Frank: Then why do you still have kids here? As a kid I would not be falling all over myself to stay in one of these places. We will relieve you of some of the burden.
- Mrs. Knowles: But the point is, we establish criteria for parenting, and an ex-convict compared to other desirables...
- Frank: Great, so we'll take a kid that's not so desirable. You got a black kid? We'll take a black kid. You got a chink kid?
- Mrs. Knowles: You don't seem to understand...
- Frank: Nobody likes older kids. You got an eight-year old black chink kid, we'll take him.
- Jessie: Frank...
- Frank: Wait.
- [removes ring from finger]
- Frank: If it's a matter of, uh, y'know, here.
- Mrs. Knowles: What is that?
- Frank: What is that? That is D-flawless, three-point-two karats, emerald cut.
- Mrs. Knowles: This is not a marketplace.
- Frank: Right. Y'know, you're not smart enough to take this anymore than you are to, to, recognize good parents.
- Mrs. Knowles: Get out of my office.
- Frank: You did not ask about us. You didn't ask what kind of people we are. There is a child waiting, and you are denying us him, and him us. Who the hell are you?
- Frank: I got some A-B-C type information for you, lady. I was state-raised, and this is a dead place. A child in eight-by-four green walls, after awhile you tell the walls 'my life is yours.' What, didja grow up in the suburbs?
- Mrs. Knowles: Yes.
- Frank: Right! Right!
- Urizzi: Hey, car salesman. Urizzi. You remember my name now?
- Frank: How can I not? Since the police department does not hire too many Puerto Ricans.
- Urizzi: Hey asshole, I'm Italian.
- Frank: I'm pleased to meet you ugly wop son of a bitch.
- Urizzi: You motherfucker.
- Frank: Look, you wanna pinch me then pinch me... I'll be out in 5 minutes. If not, GET THA FUCK OFF MY CAR!
- Joe Gags: Look, uh, these people wanna meet you.
- Frank: What?
- Joe Gags: They're stand-up guys
- Frank: If I wanna meet people, I'll go to a fuckin' country club.
- Frank: I come here to discuss a piece of business with you, and whadda you gonna do? You gonna tell me fairy tales?
- Attaglia: Hey, who da fuck are you slick? Somebody knows you? Whadda you, crazy or what?
- Boreksco: You're a stand-up guy. You're a real stand-up guy. You got a mouth, you can take a trimming. You could make things easy for everybody. But no. You gotta be a goof. You're real good. No violence. Strictly professional. I'd probably like you. I'd like to go to the track, ball games. Stuff like that, you know? Frank, there's ways of doing things that round off the corners, make life easy for everybody. What's wrong with that? There's plenty to go around. We know what you take down. We know you got something major coming down soon. But no, you gotta come on like a stiff prick. Who the fuck do you think you are? What's the matter with you? You got something to say or are you waiting for me to ask you to dance?
- Frank: [discovers the coffee creamer at the diner has gone bad] Can we get some new cream here?
- Hojo Waitress: What's wrong with it?
- Frank: What's wrong with it? It's cottage cheese.
- Frank: He down our merch? Is it gone? Does he carry the cash on him, what?
- Barry: I'm talking to somebody's somebody. I will know in about 25 minutes.
- Frank: Your criteria are so far up your ass, they can't see daylight! This is bullshit!
- Jessie: Do you have a license for this?
- Leo: I got a major score in Palm Beach for you in six weeks.
- Frank: [looks around] You talkin' to me - or did somebody else walk into this room?
- Okla: How's the wife?
- Frank: The wife? There's nothing with the wife. I pulled the plug.
- Okla: What happened?
- Frank: Uh, I, uh, she does not know I'm puttin' down scores - and the rocket scientist that she is, she figures out that I am having affairs with fancy ladies. Anyway, it gets all screwy and twisted.
- Frank: Put your hands on your head. Spread your legs. Now. Hey, you, you goof! Look at the wall.
- Frank: Me? I am doin' terrific. Every day is a surprise. It is real fuckin' weird out there.
- Barry: They found out he was screwin' 'em over. They went crazy. Ba-boom.
- Frank: So what's to it, my man?
- Okla: [in prison] Same old shit. Morris finally busted Red's pruno operation. And a lot of knifings going on.
- Frank: Yeah. Dope?
- Okla: Yeah, that and sex. You wouldn't believe the quality of people they're puttin' in here these days. Ten or 15 years ago, they'd have dumped 'em in a funny farm somewhere. Rapists, child molesters. They put that shit right in here with the mainstream population. Used to be, somebody like that, if they lasted five days, it'd be a record. Perverse.
- Jessie: I do not need this. I do not need to be humiliated.
- Frank: Look, I steal ice. No furs, no coin collections, no stock certificates, no cartage, no Treasury bonds, no nothin'. Just diamonds or cash.
- Frank: I am self-employed. I am doin' fine. I don't deal with egos. I am Joe the boss of my own body, so what the fuck do I have to work for you for?
- Barry: I'm telling you, this cocksucker's trouble. We whack him out.
- Mrs. Knowles: Come on. Come on. I thought we'd talk a little business - get to know each other.
- Frank: Uh, no offense. You want to get to meet people, join a lonely-hearts club.
- Jessie: I don't know the reason. I don't want to hear the reason. There is no reason. That's all. That's it!
- Jessie: He's dead.
- Frank: Hmm?
- Jessie: He is dead.
- Frank: That - is good, because he's an asshole.
- Jessie: There was a lot of love in the beginning.
- Frank: The guy was an asshole.
- Jessie: There was love in the beginning!
- Frank: A big asshole.
- Frank: I was 20 when I went in, 31 when I come out. You don't count months and years. You don't do time that way.
- Jessie: What do you mean? Why? Why?
- Frank: Why? You gotta forget time. You gotta not give a fuck if you live or die. You gotta get to where nothin' means nothin'.
- Jessie: It got twisted and ugly and empty. It was over already, but we kept moving through the moves. It ended very badly. Now, I get up in the morning, I take a shower, I go to work, I have a job, I have a Social Security card. And my life is very ordinary, very boring - which is good, because it's solid.
- Frank: You're marking time is what you are. You're backing off. You're hiding out. You're waiting for a bus you hope never comes, because you don't want to get on it anyway because you don't wanna go anywhere.
- Frank: You bang on this box all day, nothin' happens.
- Jessie: Frank, I love it. I love it. I think it's terrific. What are you looking at?
- Frank: You, that's all.
- Frank: My money goes in my pocket.
- Frank: I - I'm not ready, see? And - and I have my life. So, I - I can't.
- Frank: What? I mean, what is going on in your life that is so terrific? Mine's been a mess. I was just thinkin', you know, that just maybe between the two of us, that we could make somethin' happen, somethin' special, somethin' really nice. You know? So I'm just, uh, I'm just askin' you, uh, to, uh - look, and I got a way now I can make it happen faster. I mean, much faster. And, uh, I'm just, I'm just askin' you, you know?
- Leo: I got this business deal - from your end of the L.A. Score. Want me to put some of it to work for you?
- Frank: Street juice?
- Leo: What "juice"? You couldn't get me out of bed for that. We're not cuttin' up nickels here.
- Leo: With my wife, with my kids - that's my whole life. We are very tight. Kids are special, a miracle. A little hoochie-coo, drop of energy, wham, bam, magic Sam - there's something sacred there. That's my attitude.
- Leo: Why don't you come to me with your problems? What am I, a fuckin' stranger? I take care of my people. Anything you want.
- Frank: You and me, we do business. I do not mix apples and oranges.
- Leo: They got babies to sell. Their own. They sell 'em.
- Frank: Jesus!
- Leo: It's not the kid's fault his mother's an asshole. And you're not buyin' the mother.
- Frank: What I want to know is why the minute I get locked up with you, everybody knows my business. My house is bugged. My wife is upset. The guy at the Vehicle Bureau wants a fur coat. There's a cop tail, right now, half a block down the street. My car is bugged. Here. This one behind the bumper, I'm supposed to find. The other one in the wheel well is supposed to fool me. What the hell is this?
- Leo: You got family troubles? Somethin' with the old lady?
- Frank: What is this, Dear fuckin' Abby?
- Leo: You know, when you have trouble with the cops, you pay 'em off like everybody else - because that's the way things are done. But not you, huh?
- Frank: No. They don't run me - and you don't run me.
- Frank: To hell with me, with you, with everything.
- Jessie: Doesn't anything mean anything?
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