Verna: Shouldn't you be doing your job?
Tom Reagan: Intimidating helpless women is my job.
Verna: Then go find one, and intimidate her.
Tic-Tac: C'mon, Tom. Boss wants to see ya. He didn't have time to engrave nothin' formal.
Tom Reagan: So, uh, you didn't see Bernie Birnbaum before he was shown across?
Clarence "Drop" Johnson: Uh, no?
Tom Reagan: Seen him since?
Tom Reagan: Tell Lazarre no hard feelings.
Lazarre's Messenger: Jesus Tom, he knows.
Tic-Tac: You gotta remember to put one in his brain. Your first shot puts him down, then you put one in his brain. Then he's dead. Then we go home.
Bernie: Look in your heart! Look in your heart.
Tom Reagan: What heart?
Leo O'Bannion: You hear about Rug?
Tom Reagan: Yeah, RIP.
Leo O'Bannion: They took his hair, Tommy. Jesus, that's strange, why would they do that?
Tom Reagan: Maybe it was injuns.
Johnny Caspar: It's gettin' so a businessman can't expect no return from a fixed fight. Now, if you can't trust a fix, what can you trust? For a good return, you gotta go bettin' on chance - and then you're back with anarchy, right back in the jungle.
Tom Reagan: Drop Johnson? He play your book much?
Tad: Pssh! You kidding? I didn't even know he could count.
Tom Reagan: Close your eyes ladies! I'm comin' in.
Johnny Caspar: You can't say, "I told you so."
Tom Reagan: I don't say that and I don't like people who do.
Tom Reagan: If I'd known we were gonna cast our feelings into words, I'd've memorized the Song of Solomon.
Eddie Dane: Up is down, black is white.
Tom Reagan: Tell Leo he's not God on the throne, he's just a cheap political boss with more hair tonic than brains.
Johnny Caspar: I'm talkin' about friendship. I'm talkin' about character. I'm talkin' about - hell. Leo, I ain't embarrassed to use the word - I'm talkin' about ethics.
Tom Reagan: Hello, Brian. Still fighting the good fight?
Cop - Brian: Hello, Tom! Neither rain nor wind nor snow.
Tom Reagan: That's the mailman.
Tom Reagan: Nobody knows anybody. Not that well.
Eddie Dane: You understand that if we don't find a stiff out here, we leave a fresh one.
Verna: You think you've raised hell.
Tom Reagan: Sister, when I've raised hell, you'll know it.
Verna: What you doing?
Tom Reagan: Walking.
Verna: Don't let on any more than you have to.
Tom Reagan: ...in the rain.
