Michael Sullivan: If I'm not back in half an hour, you go see Reverend Lynch at First Methodist and you tell him what's happened. Do NOT go to Father Callaway.
John Rooney: I curse... the fucking... day... you were born. I curse it!
Michael Sullivan: I'd like to work for you. Frank Nitti: [Chuckles] Well... that's very interesting. Michael Sullivan: And in return, I'd like you to turn a blind eye to... what I have to do. Frank Nitti: And what is that? Michael Sullivan: Kill the ...
Mr. McDougal: You really trust me not to say anything? Michael Sullivan: Always trust a bank manager.
Peter Sullivan: Why are you always smiling? Connor Rooney: 'Cause it's all so fuckin' hysterical.
[first lines] Michael Sullivan, Jr.: There are many stories about Michael Sullivan. Some say he was a decent man. Some say there was no good in him at all. But I once spent 6 weeks on the road with him, in the winter of 1931. This is our story.
Maguire: I'm something of a rarity.
[Nitti is on the phone with Sullivan, giving him Connor Rooney] Frank Nitti: I understand. But Al wants your assurance that after this, it's over. [pauses] Frank Nitti: The Lexington Hotel, room 1432.
[Maguire has pulled out a camera] Michael Sullivan: Is that, uh... your profession or... your pleasure? Maguire: Both, I guess. To be paid to do what you love... ain't that the dream?
Maguire: I shoot the dead. Dead bodies, that is. I don't kill them.
John Rooney: You would like to apologize? Try again.
[after Maguire tells Sullivan about his profession] Maguire: You ever seen one? Michael Sullivan: Yeah. Maguire: Sorry for you. Terrible thing... but it sure makes you feel alive, don't it? Michael Sullivan: I'll drink to that.
Betty the Waitress: So what brings you guys to the middle of nowhere? Michael Sullivan, Jr.: We're bank robbers.
Alexander Rance: This is Mr. Rance in the bridal suite and before you proffer your phony congratulations there is no Mrs. Rance residing with me and I'm all the better for it. Now, listen carefully because I am in no mood. I'm going to say this only ...
[a knock at the door] Alexander Rance: It's open. Top marks for speed, no marks for cookery. [holding plate with egg] Alexander Rance: What, may I ask, do you call this? Michael Sullivan: Put it down. Alexander Rance: Mr. Sullivan! Michael Sullivan: ...
Alexander Rance: What do you think you're going to accomplish by interfering with our business, Mr. Sullivan? Michael Sullivan: This has nothing to do with your business. Alexander Rance: It's all business. That's what you fail to grasp. And in busin...
Finn McGovern: [to John Rooney] You rule this town as God rules the Earth. You give, and you take away. [He is hustled out]
Michael Sullivan: Sarah? It's me Mike. We're here...
