Christian Szell: Is it safe?... Is it safe? Babe: You're talking to me? Christian Szell: Is it safe? Babe: Is what safe? Christian Szell: Is it safe? Babe: I don't know what you mean. I can't tell you something's safe or not, unless I know specifical...
Christian Szell: Well, what are you going to do now, shoot me? Babe: No, I don't think so. Christian Szell: [referring to the diamonds] Then you're going to take these from me? If I could say a word about that... Babe: No, you can keep them. You can ...
Babe: Listen, I want you to rob my apartment. Melendez: [laughs] Why? Babe: There are some guys out there after me, I got a gun in my desk drawer, and I want you to get me some clothes. Melendez: What's in there for me, man? Babe: I got a TV set, I g...
Babe: [holding up Szell outside the bank] It isn't safe.
Janeway: My name's Peter Janeway. But you can call me Janey, all of my friends do. Babe: I'm not your friend.
Christian Szell: [to Babe] I envy you your school days. Enjoy them fully. It's the last time in your life no one expects anything of you.
[Szell prepares to torture Babe a second time] Christian Szell: Oh, please don't worry. I'm not going into that cavity. That nerve's already dying. A live, freshly-cut nerve is infinitely more sensitive. So I'll just drill into a healthy tooth until ...
Janeway: Listen, why don't we begin with what happened tonight, hmm? Perhaps you could... you know, give me some of the details. Babe: I was here, Doc... died, you came. Janeway: That's it? Babe: I'm a demon for details.
Christian Szell: [to Babe] You're weak. Your father was weak in his way, your brother in his, now you in yours. You are all so predictable.
Old Lady on 47th Street: [recognizing Szell across 47th Street] I known that man. It can't be him. Szell?... Szell!... Szell!
Janeway: All right, you guys! Let's go! Move out of there! Melendez: Blow it out your ass, motherfucker!
[toasting each other with a glass of Beaujolais] Doc: Cheers. Babe: Up yours.
[the salesman tries to sell a diamond to Szell] Jewelry Salesman: Tell you what, I know an independent appraiser upstairs, and if he doesn't swear that I'm practically giving this thing away... well, I guess I'll have to find myself a new brother-in-...
[addressing his class] Professor Biesenthal: Well, you four have the dubious honor of having been picked from over two hundred applicants for this seminar. Well, let me just say this. There's a shortage of natural resources. There's a shortage of bre...
Janeway: I don't think he knows anything. And I think he knows too much. Christian Szell: You can afford to think what you wish. I can't.
Janeway: Szell's brother's been killed in Manhattan. An accident with an oil truck. Doc: Oh, boy. Any changes? Janeway: Only everything. Doc: They're getting all the couriers.
Doc: [to Babe] Do you ever clean this armpit of a place? How can you live like this?
Doc: [In a fancy restaurant] How could you forget to wear a tie? Babe: I didn't forget it. Who wears a tie when they eat lunch? Doc: [to Elsa] Well, at least his fly is buttoned!
