Ellerby: We're not here to solve the case of the missing scumbag, we're here to nail Costello.
Colin Sullivan: I think you better call your mother, and tell her you won't be home for supper. Colin Sullivan: Look it, fuck-stick, you don't have to trust me. Just listen to what I am saying to you.
Frank Costello: Fucking rats. It's wearing me thin. Mr. French: Francis, it's a nation of fucking rats.
Colin Sullivan: [after Dignam has refused to turn over undercover files] I need those passwords. Ellerby: [smooths down Sullivan's shirt and coat] No, you *want* those passwords.
Frank Costello: If these chinks wanna nuke Taiwan anytime in this century, they better shape up and show me $1 million dollars! What we generally do - in this country - is one guy brings the items, and the other guy pays him. "No tickee, no laundry"!
Frank Costello: [Answers cell phone] What? Colin Sullivan: Yeah, you got a tail. Two cars, not very subtle. They're not gonna be very subtle from now on. That's what I've been trying to tell you. Frank Costello: So get rid of 'em. Colin Sullivan: The...
Cousin Sean: Fucking Ricans think they know everything. If they knew shit, they wouldn't be Puerto Ricans.
Oliver Queenan: We deal in deception here. What we do not deal with is self-deception.
Frank Costello: There is no need to remind you that if you don't find that cheese eating rat bastard in your department... it won't be me who suffers for it. Colin Sullivan: What I be any good at my job if I didn't fucking already know that? Frank Co...
