Mike: Chivas and milk... I never forget a neck!

Harold: I just want to know if you're happy. Are you happy? 'Cause I get paid either way.

Glory: How much am I going for?
Mad Dog: About $40,000.
Glory: Is that all?
Mad Dog: Knocked down from 75.
Glory: I must be out of season.

Mike: Slip your piece under the towel.
Andrew: I got no beef with you.
Mike: Are you sweet? Is that your problem?
Andrew: Come on, I'm on the job.
Mike: You ain't on my fuckin' job.