- Nick Sax: Look, I've been chased around the block a few too many times to believe in this mumbo jumbo.
- Elizabeth: The universe has an order to it. Fortunes shed light on that order. Each one is unique and each one finds the person that's supposed to read it.
- Happy: She's helping us, Nick. Be nice.
- Nick Sax: I'm gonna choose my words very carefully. Um... I can appreciate in order to sell your dry, flavorless cookies, you gotta peddle this story that, frankly, makes you sound like a simple-minded asshole. But there... is no such thing as the cosmic order. The universe is a callous, indifferent bitch, and it will fuck you every chance it gets. And once you think it's done with you, it will flip you right over and fuck you from behind.
- Elizabeth: [getting in his face] Do you think I'm afraid of a skeptic? You don't dominate the tri-state area and possibly Delaware by being afraid of skeptics.
- Nick Sax: I'm rock-hard right now.
- Nick Sax: I'm trying to locate a man, eats here, maybe he orders in. Uh, big, smelly animal, uh... looks like Santa Claus if you ran him over with a Mack Truck and sprayed him with cat piss.
- Isabella Scaramucci: [slapping Blue] You did this to my boys.
- Francisco Scaramucci: How could you even suggest such a thing?
- Isabella Scaramucci: You're their uncle. You were supposed to protect them, steer them away from this life.
- Francisco Scaramucci: They were grown men, Isabella.
- Isabella Scaramucci: They were babies!
- Francisco Scaramucci: They were grown up enough to make their own choices, and grown up enough to find a hitman's bullet.
- Francisco Scaramucci: Why don't you turn off those cameras?
- Isabella Scaramucci: The cameras stay.
- Francisco Scaramucci: Your boys are lying in there with their toes curling up, and you let in these flesh-eating vultures.
- Isabella Scaramucci: I am not ashamed to show people who I am. You're cruel, Blue. You were a cruel boy and you're a cruel man. The blonde wife, the house, fucking sweaters...
- Landon: [snapping to get her attention; whispering] No f-bombs, please.
- Happy: There's always hope, Nick.
- Nick Sax: Always hope. There's always hope. Uh, let me tell you something about hope. Hope... is like this lighter! Screw it, you dance all you want. I don't give a shit. And you know something? If you think that a bolt is gonna come out of the blue and miraculously just light our way...
- [as he holds up his lit lighter, a flash of lightning illuminates a nearby building]
- Nick Sax: Holy shit.
- Happy: Oh, my god, Nick. Gimbel's is where Santa's daddy worked.
- Nick Sax: I know. That's why I just said "holy shit."