Miller's Crossing

Leo O'Bannion: [to Caspar] You ain't got a license to kill bookies and today I ain't sellin'. So take your flunky and dangle. Verna: Maybe that's why I like you, Tom. I've never met anyone who made being a son of a bitch such a point of pride. Verna: That's you all over, Tom. A lie, and no heart. Tic-Tac: You gotta remember to put one in his BRAIN. Your first shot puts him down, then you put one in his BRAIN. Then he's dead. Then we go home. Tic-Tac: C'mon, Tom. Boss wants to see ya. He didn't have time to engrave nothin' formal.

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Leo: So you wanna kill him... Eddie Dane: For starters.

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Caspar: You think that I'm some guinea, fresh off the boat, and you can kick me! But I'm too big for that now. I'm sick a' takin the scrap from you, Leo. I'm a' of marching into this goddamn office to kiss your Irish ass. And I'M SICK A' THE HIGH HAT! Caspar: Youse fancy pants, all a youse. Leo: Johnny, you're exactly as big as I let you be, and no bigger, and don't forget it, ever. Caspar: That's right, Leo. You're the big shot around here, and I'm just some schnook likes to get slapped around.

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Tom: Think about what protecting Bernie gets us. Think about what offending Caspar loses us. Leo: Oh, come on, Tommy. You know I don't like to think. Tom: Yeah. Well, think about whether you should start.

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Leo: I reckon I can still trade body-blows with any man in this town. Leo: Except you Tom. Tom: And Verna.

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Lazarre's Messenger: Hey, horses got knees? Tom: I don't know... fetlocks Lazarre's Messenger: Well if I was a horse, I'd be down on my fetlocks praying you don't bet on me.

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