Lepke:
Now everybody in town is gonna pay!

Lepke:
Call Bernice. Tell her I'm gonna be a little late for dinner.

Mr. Meyer:
My daughter is a whore, that's what. You were bought by the fur, the jewelry, the presents. You're a whore. A filthy whore!

Bernice:
Papa, I wish I was. I wish I was a whore. Then I could walk out of here with you. But I can't. I just can't leave him Papa. I love him!

Lepke:
You know, we could do with better movies. How about a nice love story or something, instead of this gangster shit?

Lepke:
If I was a wop, you wouldn't frisk me.

Lucky Luciano:
They're gonna fry you in the chair. Nice and slow, and I'm gonna enjoy it.