Nokes: What do you want? John: What I've always wanted. To watch you die.
Lorenzo: Mike, are you sure you wanna go this way? I mean we buried this a long time ago. Michael: You still sleep with the light on?
Tommy: This is amazing! John Reilly: Hello! It's been a long time! Nokes: Who the fuck are you guys? [John and Tommy each pull up a chair and sit down at Nokes' table] Nokes: Hey, who the fuck asked you to sit down? Tommy: I thought you'd be happy to...
Lorenzo: [after handing Detective Davenport surveillance photos and proof that Adam Styler's a crooked cop] So, you got enough for conviction? Detective: That ain't up to me. That's up to a jury. Lorenzo: [Hands Davenport a gun in a plastic bag] Show...
Lorenzo: A number of the inmates, as tough as they acted during the day, would often cry themself to sleep at night. There were other cries, too. Diffrent from those full with fear and lonelyness. They were low and muffled, the sounds of pain and ang...
Fat Mancho: The street is the only thing that matters. Court is for uptown people with suits, money, lawyers with three names. If you got cash you can buy court justice. But on the street, justice has no price. She's blind where the judge sits but sh...
Fat Mancho: You want a Rolls-Royce, you don't come here, no no. You go to England, or wherever the fuck they make it. If you want champagne, you go see the French. If you need money, you find a Jew. But, if you want dirt, or scum buried under a rock ...
Young John Reilly: [Sadly] I want to be able to sleep one night and not worry about who's coming in my room or what's gonna happen to me. If I can get that, then I'll be happy.
Carol: Don't you guys have to go kill somebody? John: No, We've always got time for a song!
Michael: You read the Count of Monte Cristo lately? Lorenzo: I dunno, 10 years ago Michael: I read a little bit every night. I read words like revenge, sweet, lasting revenge.
Lorenzo: [narrating about Father Bobby] I told him about the torture, the beating and the rapes. I told him about four frightened boys who prayed to Father Bobby's God for help that never came. I told him everything.
Young Michael: What do you want? Nokes: A blowjob. Down on your knees.
Lorenzo: I didn't know you like pigeons so much. King Benny: I like anything that don't talk.
Lorenzo: There are no clear pictures of the sexual abuse we endured. I buried it as deep as it can possibly go.
Father Bobby: It was the Sistine Chapel he painted. John Reilly: Sixteenth Chapel? Father Bobby: Sistine Chapel. John Reilly: Who painted the other fifteen?
Young Michael: We can eat hot dogs, or we can eat air. Choose... Young Tommy Marcano: Air is probably safer, Mike...
Michael: I just wish I could shut my eyes, and not see the places I've been.
Rizzo: Why is Saturday any different? Young Michael: cause on Saturday we can hit back, look they don't fuck with you like they do with us, but they fuck with you in another way, you're just an animal to them. Rizzo: I don't give a fuck Young Michael...
