Tony Montana: Every dog has his day, huh, Mel?
Bernstein: I told him. It didn't make any sense, clipping you when we had you working for us. He wouldn't listen. He got hot tonight, about the broad, you know?
Bernstein: He fucked up.
Tony Montana: You too, Mel. You fucked up.
Bernstein: Don't go too far, Tony.
Tony Montana: I not, Mel, you are.
[Tony shoots Bernstein in the gut, he gasps and groans]
Bernstein: Fuck. You can't shoot a cop!
Tony Montana: Whoever says you was one?
Bernstein: [Tony leans forward, aiming the gun at Bernstein] Wait a minute! You let me go. I'll fix this up.
Tony Montana: Sure, Mel. Maybe you can hand out yourself one of them first class tickets to the Resurrection.
Bernstein: Fucking punk. Son of a bitch.
Tony Montana: [Tony stands up] So long, Mel, have a good trip.
Bernstein: Fuck you!