Lucky Number Slevin – Movie Quotes

— I didn't think you'd understand.
— I'd have understood.
— How'd you find out about us?
— I'm a world-class assassin, fuckhead.

— I'm not such a bad guy, you know. Some folks have grown pretty fat off me.
— Some have grown pretty dead.

— But I'm not Nick Fisher.
— Then who the hell are you?
— I'm just a guy who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Slevin: — I'm not the guy you're lookin' for. I don't live here.
Sloe: — Yeah, well, you look like the guy that lives here.
Slevin: — Then you don't know what the guy that lives here looks like.
Elvis: — What he means to say is you look like you live here.
Sloe: — Yeah, that's what I mean to say.
Slevin: — Well, yeah, I look like I live here, but I don't.

— Hey, buddy.
— What?
— Got a light?
— No. Henry!
— In that case, how about the 20 Gs you just blew on the 7 horse?
— What have you done with my son?
— He's on his way home. Just like you.

— Hey, don't stop on my account.
— Slevin. It was an accident.
— What, like he tripped and you fell?

— So, let me see if I've got this right. I'm paying you a lot of money to kill somebody, and you're getting somebody else to do it?
— Don't worry. I'm gonna kill somebody.

— Not withstanding, here you are and Nick's nowhere to be found, so... I'd say you're fucked.
— Fucked.
— Shouldn't you be a little more worried about all this?
— I have anorexia.
— Anorexia?
— It's a condition characterized by freedom from worry or any other preoccupation, really.

— Wait, I just have one question. I wasn't frisked.
— ...
— I see. So being a rabbi, a religious man...
— There are three things that you may not do in order to save a life, including his own. He may not idol worship, commit adultery, or perform an act of premeditated murder. Killing you
before you killed me would've been...
— Kosher.
— Acceptable.

— Well, I don't suppose I have to say anything as trite and clichéd as "Go to the police and you're a dead man."
— I think you just did.
— I guess I did.

Mr. Fisher. Are you familiar with The Shmoo, Mr. Fisher? Comic strip I liked as a boy. The Shmoo was a loveable creature, really. Laid eggs, gave milk... and died of sheer ecstasy when looked at with hunger. The Shmoo loved to be eaten. It could taste like any food you desire. Shmoo hide cut thin made fine leather. Even Shmoo whiskers made excellent toothpicks. In essence, The Shmoo supplied all of the world's wants.

— I'm sorry. Who are you?
— I'm The Boss.
— I thought he was The Boss.
— Why? Do we look alike? So, Mr. Fisher, you were gonna tell me something?
— I don't know. You brought me here.
— Yes, I did, but back when you thought I was him.
— I never thought you were him, I thought he was you.

— Where's Nick?
— I don't know. He was supposed to meet me here. He never showed up.
— How'd you get in?
— Door was open.
— Door was open?
— Yeah.
— Open or unlocked?
— I don't remember.
— But you said open.
— Could've been. Hey, what was your name again?
— Lindsey. I live across the hall. I came over to borrow a cup of sugar.
— Where's your cup?
— I said I came over to borrow a cup of sugar. If I'd brought a cup, then I would've said I came over to borrow sugar.
— Touché.

— Make sure he doesn't come home late.
— I will.
— I was talking to your son.

— What's a Kansas City Shuffle?
— Kansas City Shuffle is when everybody looks right and you go left.