Chemist: Blast off: one-eight-oh. Two hundred: Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval. Two ten: U.S. Government certified. Two twenty: lunar trajectory, junk of the month club, sirloin steak. Two thirty: Grade A poison. Absolute dynamite. Eighty-nine percent pure junk. Best I've ever seen. If the rest is like this, you'll be dealing on this load for two years.
Joel Weinstock: So you say it's worth half a million?
Chemist: How many kilos?
Salvatore "Sal" Boca: Sixty.
Chemist: Sixty kilos, eight big ones per kilo, right? This stuff will take a seven to one hit on the street.
Salvatore "Sal" Boca: And by the time it gets down to nickel bags, it will be worth at least thirty-two million.
Joel Weinstock: Thank you, Howard. Take what's left there with you and good night.

The son of a bitch is here. I saw him. I'm gonna get him. Son of a bitch.

immy 'Popeye' Doyle

Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: This is Doyle. I'm sittin' on Frog One.
Bill Mulderig: Yeah, I know that. We got the Westbury covered like a tent.
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: The Westbury my ass! I got him on the shuttle at Grand Central, now what the hell's going on up there?

All right! You put a shiv in my partner. You know what that means? Goddammit! All winter long I got to listen to him gripe about his bowling scores. Now I'm gonna bust your ass for those three bags and I'm gonna nail you for picking your feet in Poughkeepsie.

Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle

Popeye. You still picking your feet in Poughkeepsie?

Walt Simonson

All right, Popeye's here! get your hands on your heads, get off the bar, and get on the wall!

Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle

Pay attention, we're gonna ask questions later!

Buddy "Cloudy" Russo

Walt Simonson: Brooklyn is loaded with guys that own candy stores, two cars, and like to go to nightclubs!
Buddy "Cloudy" Russo: Yeah, but you put this little candy store hustler together with Joel Weinstock and maybe we got a big score!
Walt Simonson: Score, my ass!

Alain Charnier: Our American friends are becoming overcautious.
Pierre Nicoli, Hit Man: What about our timetable?
Alain Charnier: We MUST follow it.
Pierre Nicoli, Hit Man: But will they?
Alain Charnier: I don't know. Boca's scared. He sees policemen in his soup.
Pierre Nicoli, Hit Man: He's not wrong.
Alain Charnier: The one who followed me on the subway, he's our biggest problem.
Pierre Nicoli, Hit Man: Let me handle him.
Alain Charnier: There'll be others.
Pierre Nicoli, Hit Man: So what? By Friday we'll be gone.

Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: If that's not a drop I'll open up a charge for you at Bloomingdale's.
Buddy "Cloudy" Russo: Make it Alexander's Toy Department.

Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: You dumb guinea.
Buddy "Cloudy" Russo: How the hell was I supposed to know he had a knife.
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: Never trust a nigger.
Buddy "Cloudy" Russo: He could have been white.
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: Never trust anyone!

Hey you! Haircut! Where are you goin'?

Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle

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The son of a bitch is here. I saw him. I'm gonna get him. Son of a bitch.

immy 'Popeye' Doyle

Chemist: Blast off: one-eight-oh. Two hundred: Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval. Two ten: U.S. Government certified. Two twenty: lunar trajectory, junk of the month club, sirloin steak. Two thirty: Grade A poison. Absolute dynamite. Eighty-nine percent pure junk. Best I've ever seen. If the rest is like this, you'll be dealing on this load for two years.
Joel Weinstock: So you say it's worth half a million?
Chemist: How many kilos?
Salvatore "Sal" Boca: Sixty.
Chemist: Sixty kilos, eight big ones per kilo, right? This stuff will take a seven to one hit on the street.
Salvatore "Sal" Boca: And by the time it gets down to nickel bags, it will be worth at least thirty-two million.
Joel Weinstock: Thank you, Howard. Take what's left there with you and good night.