Pappy Jack: Don't give me this bullshit about Murphy's Law. If I run into Murphy, I'm gonna kick him right in the balls.
Miss Higgins: That's too bad. You have a gift for language, Mr. Riley. But talent is a common thing. People waste it every day. They abuse it. They take it for granted. Success comes not from what God has given you but what you do with it. It's really up to you.
Tommy Riley: Top of the head, hardest part of the body.
Pappy Jack: It ain't "mairzy doats and dozy doats" out there. It's war. You fight Black Death like the Marquis of Queensbury, and you're gonna be carried out in a body bag. But, hey. Good luck!
Noah: Bridgeport? You're moving in the wrong direction.
Miss Higgins: Now. Before you ladies get pregnant and you gentlemen murder one another you'll learn the joy of reading. This way, you have something to do in your ninth month or in your jail cell.
Spits: I got a pseudonym too. Spits.
Miss Higgins: That's a nickname. It has a meaning Leroy. And I hesitate to think how you got it.
Tommy Riley: Horn wants us to kill each other. For what? So he can get rich?
Shortcut: Well, he don't look like much.
Spits: He not much. He's just a funny boy.
Shortcut: Oh, yeah?
Shortcut: You funny, boy? Well come on. Make me laugh.
Tommy Riley: I don't want any trouble.
Shortcut: That's too bad, funny boy. See, trouble be my middle name.
Spits: Trouble be his uh, pseudonym.
Romano: You got to be a real perverse individual pass up this kind of money.
Tommy Riley: It's got a bad smell.
Tommy Riley: I like you, Romano. You take care of yourself, huh?
Pappy Jack: Sweetheart, I know half a dozen ways to make a guy get into an automobile.
Noah: When you're weak, you act strong. And when you're strong pretend to be weak.
Noah: All I got is a broken nose and a bunch of recollections. You got recollections, boy?
Tommy Riley: Yeah. Some.
Noah: You young yet. They accumulate. Believe me.
Noah: Comeback, rematch. He punished that man. Retired him for life. No. He ain't got no weaknesses.
Hospital patient: No use in knocking that door. Doc say he in a gang war. Bastards leave him brain-dead.
Noah: You're angry. That's what's gonna get you beat out there! Anger is your enemy!
Lincoln: This is the white boy I told you saved my black ass.
Charlene: Appreciate that, because I love his ass.