Ray Luca:
You can go to Cleveland or you can go to hell.
Frank Holman:
What a choice! I'll go to Cleveland.
Torello:
Looks like a Jackson Pollock.
Detective:
Who's he? An outfit guy?
Ray Luca:
I'm too fast and too smart for you wing-tipped bozos. Now get out of my club.
Torello:
What I've got is about five foot nine, weighs 190 pounds, has a haircut from outer space and a driver's license that says Paul Taglia.
[
Torello sets a pair of handcuffs down in front of Luca]
Torello:
Put the 'cuffs on Ray.
Frank Holman:
The name's Frank Holman, that's whole man.
Nat Martino:
[
He's torturing someone] When they find you, you won't be competely naked. I'm gonna give you something to wear. I'll give you a Sicilian necktie.
[
he pulls out a knife]
Pauli:
Ray, he can't keep the blood off his hands.
Ray Luca:
You're one of a kind Pauli.
Smilin' Jack:
[
in a speeding car] C'mon, stand on it!
Ray Luca:
Hey Pauli, what are you doing?
Pauli Taglia:
[
sawing up a shotgun] I'm destroying the evidence!
Ray Luca:
You bozo, they can't run ballistics on a shotgun.
Pauli Taglia:
You mean they can't check the little BB's?
Ray Luca:
Do you get headaches when you have thoughts like that?
Ray Luca:
You posin' for pictures, or are you gonna pull the trigger?
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