Nokes: What do you want?
John: What I've always wanted. To watch you die.
Fat Mancho: The street is the only thing that matters. Court is for uptown people with suits, money, lawyers with three names. If you got cash you can buy court justice. But on the street, justice has no price. She's blind where the judge sits but she's not blind out here. Out here the bitch got eyes.
Lorenzo: [after handing Detective Davenport surveillance photos and proof that Adam Styler's a crooked cop] So, you got enough for conviction?
Detective: That ain't up to me. That's up to a jury.
Lorenzo: [hands Davenport a gun in a plastic bag] Show the jury this.
Detective: What do you got there, Ness?
Lorenzo: About
3 weeks ago, the body of a drug dealer named Indian Red Lopez was found in an alley in Jackson Heights. Three bullets in his head, nothing in his pockets.
Detective: I'm with you so far.
Lorenzo: This is the gun that killed him, and these are the shells.
Detective: What's behind door number 3?
Lorenzo: The prints on the gun belong to
Adam Styler.
Detective: Hey, do me a favor, would you?
Lorenzo: What's that?
Detective: If I ever make it onto your shit list, give me a call. Give me a chance to apologize.
Tommy: This is amazing!
John Reilly: Hello! It's been a long time!
Nokes: Who the fuck are you guys?
[John and Tommy each pull up a chair and sit down at Nokes' table]
Nokes: Hey, who the fuck asked you to sit down?
Tommy: I thought you'd be happy to see us... I guess I was
wrong.
John: You know, after all that training, all that time you put in, to stand up watching someone else's money... that seems like a waste!
Nokes: I'm asking you for the last time what the fuck do you want?
John: Why don't you take your time it will come to you!
[Nokes stares at them, thinking]
John: I can see how you might forget. We were just something for you and your friends to play with.
Tommy: It's not that easy for us to forget... you gave us so much more to remember.
Father Bobby: I'm telling you as a witness... and as a priest. We were at the game.
Michael: Yes, as a priest, and a priest wouldn't lie? Am I right?
Father Bobby: A priest with ticket stubs wouldn't need to lie. I always keep the stubs. Do you want to see them?
Michael: Why is that, Father? Why do you keep
the stubs?
Father Bobby: Because you never know when someone might want more than your word.
Michael: Has anyone ever questioned your word before today?
Father Bobby: No. No one ever has. But there's a first time for everything.
[first lines]
Lorenzo: This is a true story about friendship that runs deeper than blood. This is my story and that of the only three friends in my life that truely mattered. Two of them were killers who never made it past the age of 30. The other's a non-practicing attorney living with the pain of his past - too afraid to let it go, never confronting its horror. I'm the
only one who can speak for them, and the children we were.
Fat Mancho: You want a Rolls-Royce, you don't come here, no no. You go to England, or wherever the fuck they make it. If you want champagne, you go see the French. If you need money, you find a Jew. But, if you want dirt, or scum buried under a rock somewhere, or some secret nobody wants anybody to know about, there's only one place to go: right here, Hell's Kitchen. It is the
lost and found of shit. They lose it and we find it. Forget about it, man.
Danny Snyder: I can't do this now. You gotta know that. It's been a long time for me. I mean -ah- you need somebody younger, ya know, somebody like I used to be.
King Benny: younger is not better. Doesn't have experience, doesn't know his way around the courthouse.
Danny Snyder: Hey, I'm lucky I can find the courthouse. I had only
four cases last year-you know how many I won? None, that's how many, none. In two of them, uh, I, a, I think the jury blamed me personnally.
King Benny: They must have been innocent. It is tough to get an innocent man off a rap.
Danny Snyder: I wasn't even planning on going to court with this one. I was just gonna plea it down the best I could and
walk away. I wasn't, I wasn't planning on taking this to trial.
King Benny: Well your plans have been changed.
Danny Snyder: Well I'm afraid I'll make a mistake and... say the wrong thing and, ya know, uh, uh, make a wrong turn somewhere. You don't want to take that risk.
King Benny: Life is a risk.
Danny
Snyder: I'm sorry?
King Benny: Life is risk.
Danny Snyder: Life is a risk.
King Benny: Um-huh.
Danny Snyder: A-huh.I haven't been in here before. What do you need me to do?
King Benny: Listen. You're going to be given the answers and the questions. All you have to do is
read. You can read can't you?
Danny Snyder: It's, it's, is it in English?
King Benny: Just don't drift, don't drink, and don't lose.
Danny Snyder: What if I do lose?
King Benny: Then you'll go down for the dirt nap.
Danny Snyder: Never heard that expression before... dirt nap.
I'm not cut out for this anymore. I mean a guys gets hit by a bus, ya know, and sues. I like that. Some lady slips in a supermarket, I'm with her, a guy...
King Benny: The discussion's over.
Danny Snyder: I'm an alcoholic. This is a murder case. This isn't for me.
King Benny: It was once. Before you let the drink lead. Be
sober by tomorrow and don't look so worried, Snyder. You have nothing to lose, just like the rest of us.
Danny Snyder: I don't want to be a burden to you, but, I do, you know, aside, or along with my alcohol problem, I have a slight drug problem, I mean nothing big, just...
King Benny: Go away.
Lorenzo: A number of the inmates, as tough as they acted during the day, would often cry themself to sleep at night. There were other cries, too. Diffrent from those full with fear and lonelyness. They were low and muffled, the sounds of pain and anguish.Those cries can change the course of a life. They are cries that once heard, can never be erased from the memory. On this one
night those cries belonged to my friend John, when guard Ferguson paid him a visit.
[last lines]
Lorenzo: The future lay sparkling ahead, and we thought we would know each other forever.
Young John Reilly: Hey, uh, Father. How long did it take him? You know, paintin' the ceiling and all?
Father Bobby: Took him about nine years.
Young John Reilly: Nine years?
Father Bobby: That's right.
Young John Reilly: [laugh] For a ceiling? I had a Puerto Rican guy do my whole
apartment in two days... and he had a bum leg.