— It doesn't include the speakers it doesn't include the amp. And it's not supposed to include me getting... the hump with your stupid questions. Now you want it, Nick, you buy it.
— What else do I get with it?
— You get a gold-plated Rolls Royce, as long as you pay for it.
Gino, don't try to understand the minds of criminals. You'll be taken in.
Crime belongs exclusively to the lower orders. I don't blame them in the smallest degree. I should fancy that crime was to them what art is to us, simply a method of procuring extraordinary sensations.
Imagine you walk down the street... and you bump into three blokes carrying carpeting knives. Nah, they're not carpet fitters. They're after your wallet. Maybe even that gold watch... that you got for the highest arrest rate in the Southeast. One of the rats there even very kindly offered to carve their name in your face. Now, would you be more worried about whether you're gonna have a fight... than how it looks in the papers?
— Do you know the difference between a cop and a criminal?
— What?
— One bad judgment call. Keep your shit in line, son.
Even a filthy beggar like that has got a protecting angel. A golden-haired angel watches over him.
— Yes, I'd forgotten you're moonlighting as a criminal mastermind now. Got your next heist planned?
— No. But I'm thinking about growing a big, black moustache. I'm a traditionalist.
— There was one thing I was thinking.
— What's that?
— I know he ain't your rapist. He is a rapist, though. I'm sure of that.
— What are you saying to me?
— Got his license plate. I know where he lives.
— Where's he live?
— He lives in Idaho.
— That's funny. I'm driving to Idaho in the morning.
— Want some company?
— Sure.
The desert's filled with people that had bad attitudes.
Billy Ray Valentine: — It's none of my business, but that guy belongs behind bars.
Mortimer Duke: — He's unemployed, Valentine.
Billy Ray Valentine: — It's no excuse, Mortimer.
Randolph Duke: — He's flat broke, obviously hungry.
Billy Ray Valentine: — Oh, but he has money to buy drugs, right? Listen, you can't be soft on people like that. Take it from me. I know, Randolph.
— I'm Dana Sibota, state attorney general. You've got DEA, ATF, FBI, all wanting their pound of flesh.
— Yes, ma'am. It's... It's quite a room.
— Yeah. Well, you hit the trifecta, didn't you? I mean, guns, drugs, money laundering. And the state of Arkansas is gonna rip the bark right off of you, boy. We are gonna put you in a four-by-six cell for the rest of your life.
— You know who I am, Mr. Seal?
— No, ma'am.
— I'm Dana Sibota, state attorney general. You've got DEA, ATF, FBI, all wanting their pound of flesh.
— Yes, ma'am. It's... It's quite a room.
— Yeah. Well, you hit the trifecta, didn't you? I mean, guns, drugs, money laundering. And the state of Arkansas is gonna rip the bark right off of you, boy. We are gonna put you in a four-by-six cell for the rest of your life.
— Ma'am, that's a long time.
— Yeah.
— (ON SPEAKER) Miss Sibota, I have Governor Clinton on the line. He says it's urgent.
— It's the Governor.
— Put him through. Clear the room. Take him with you.
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— I'm gonna walk out of here. (ALL LAUGHING) I'm gonna walk out of here.
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— Wait. Wait... Wait a minute. No, no. No, he's free to go, boys. What the fuck'? What the hell do you mean, "He's free to go"?
— He's free to go.