Johnny Doyle:
The poolhall's a great equalizer. In the poolhall, nobody cares how old you are, how young you are, what color your skin is or how much money you've got in your pocket... It's about how you move. And I remember this kid once who could move around a pool table like nobody had ever seen. I mean, hour after hour, rack after rack, his shots just went in. The cue was part of his arm and the balls had eyes. And the thing that made him so good was... He thought he could never miss. I know, 'cause that kid was me.

Johnny Doyle:
BET TWENTY THOUSAND!

Johnny Doyle:
Oh, did I stutter? Everybody gone all quiet and shit? About a minute ago it was like an evening at the Apollo up in this motherfucker, now all of a sudden it's quiet as a church... That's alright Chico, I don't blame you. I've been beatin' this Jimmy Walker lookin' motherfucker all god damn night, he can't win.

Chico:
You'd better watch your mouth Johnny!

Johnny Doyle:
You watch my mouth Chico! Cause you sure as hell don't wanna watch me play pool. Unless, of course, I'm blind folded and hand cuffed with a pool cue stickin' out of my ass. Or maybe you'd bet the twenty thousand then?

Mike:
I'm gonna step outside and get some smog.

Mike:
What do you call a thousand lawyers buried up to their necks in sand?

Johnny Doyle:
What?

Mike:
Not enough sand.

Nick:
Women... Can't even live with them anymore.

Chris:
I am not gay!

Guitar Player In Club Band:
Y'know, you were really good tonight kid.

Danny Doyle:
Yeah, too bad nobody will ever know.

Joe:
How the fuck does that make you feel... to be in that position with all your money on the table?

Mike:
How much you got, Joe?

Joe:
What?

Mike:
Total. You put down 80 thousand like it didn't matter. That's a lot of money for somebody like you and him. I think it matters.

Joe:
What's the difference...

Mike:
I'm a millionaire! That's the difference. I lose 80 I get another 80. For me it doesn't matter. See, I think it's you... who's sweating this, the both of you.

Mike:
I'm gonna leave you with nothing.

Joe:
You beat them, you take their money, you call them names to their faces... and they love you. I don't know how you do it. I never saw anything like it. Beating a man out of his money, that's easy. Anybody can do that. But beating a man out of his money and making him like it... that's an art. That's an art of a true hustler.

Mike:
I'm not sure I wanna be hanging out with a guy who noticed a crease in my pants.

Mike:
This one's for all the marbles, boys.

Merv:
Deal. But you're never going to get that job, Johnny, and here's why. I bought these shoes on a cruise in international waters, so no matter what you say, you're wrong.

Mike:
You watch those nature documentaries on the cable? You see the one about lions? You got this lion. He's the king of the jungle, huge mane out to here. He's laying under a tree, in the middle of Africa. He's so big, it's so hot. He doesn't want to move. Now the little lions come, they start messing with him. Biting his tail, biting his ears. He doesn't do anything. The lioness, she starts messing with him. Coming over, making trouble. Still nothing. Now the other animals, they notice this. They start to move in. The jackals; hyenas. They're barking at him, laughing at him. They nip his toes, and eat the food that's in his domain. They do this, then they get closer and closer, bolder and bolder. Till one day, that lion gets up and tears the shit out of everybody. Runs like the wind, eats everything in his path. Cause every once in a while, the lion has to show the jackals, who he is.