The Boss: That's all there is to it. Slevin: Is that all there is to it? Mr. Goodkat: Yup... That's all there is to it.
Dumbrowski: Whoever he is, he's either in very deep shit or I don't know what, because he's playing in the sandbox with the Darkies, the Skullcaps and who knows who.
Lindsey: I was just thinking that if you're still alive when I get back from work tonight... maybe, I don't know, we could go out to dinner or something?
Lindsey: Ironic. Slevin Kelevra: I know, I don't even gamble. Lindsey: No, I mean the mobster having a gay son. That's ironic.
Sloe: You got some id? Slevin: See, the funny thing about that is I got mugged this morning... Sloe: [interrupting] Look, look! Tell it to the one-legged man, so he can bump it off down the road. [Slevin gives a blank stare]
The Boss: [showing a picture] That was my son. Notice how I said was? Slevin: Yeah. The Boss: That's because he's dead. Murdered. Relegated to the past tense. Sent from an is to a was before he'd had his breakfast. Slevin: Bummer.
Nick: Fuck. Shit. Jesus. Mr. Goodkat: 'Fuck, Shit, Jesus' is right.
Slevin: Someone's trying to kill you. Yitzchok: Who? Slevin: Me.
Slevin: But I'm not Nick. Elvis: Yeah, well, unfortunately for you, you're not the first cat to tell me you wasn't the guy I was looking for. Slevin: You can ask Lindsey. She lives across the hall! Elvis: Yo, man, I ain't askin' nobody nothin'! Nick,...
The Rabbi: [whispering to Slevin] Whatever they're paying you... [smiles slyly] Slevin: [chuckles slightly] There is no "they... " I did this to you. Me. The Rabbi: You? Slevin: Me. The Boss: Who ARE you?
Old Waiter: [Hearing one side of a phone conversation] Hey Max, who's your favorite uncle? Okay, your second favorite uncle? Okay never mind, just listen...
The Boss: Y-you? Nahh... You're dead. You're DEAD!
[first lines] Soldier: He's clean. Benny Begin: So, why are you here? Hm?
The Boss: You? You're the triggerman. Slevin: Me? The Boss: You. Slevin: Aren't there professionals? People you can hire to do this sort of thing? The Boss: [laughing] Of course there are. Yes. But you owe me $96,000. Why should I go out and pay some...
Slevin: Ok, I'm under the impression that you're under the impression that I owe you 96,000 dollars. The Boss: No, you owe Slim Hopkins 96,000 dollars. You owe Slim, Slim owes me... You owe me.
The Boss: Look at me, look at me smile, your son is dead!
Lindsey: We are dealing with a bona fide case of mistaken identity here. Slevin: Yeah. Lindsey: Things like that aren't supposed to be real. It's like amnesia. Lindsey: Not withstanding, here you are and Nick's nowhere to be found, so... I'd say you'...
Mugger: Give me your wallet! Slevin: Am I being mugged?
