Steel Toes

Danny Dunckelman:
What do you want to do? It's your time. Paid for already, and in my little agenda book.

Mike:
For starters, I've hear nothing from my skins. No one's called me. No ones...

Danny Dunckelman:
[interrupting] Your skins? Who are they? Hmm? Your boys in boots. Your tribe of ill-educated, white trash, sons of b*tches. Who have as their strictly...

Mike:
[moving threateningly, talking over him] Be careful what you say.

Danny Dunckelman:
...the annihilation of the memory of a people who have already been killed once. Who want to sh*t on the graves of my ancestors. Yeah, who would prefer to wipe out my race for nothing more than blood sport. Because they are too stupid to make a go of it for themselves in the best possible part of the entire world.

[last lines]

Danny Dunckelman:
These seven threads comprise a cloth: spirit, light, time, space, birth, death, and the seventh thread, which is the mystery of the universe. This seventh thread is also the opposite of spirit, the opposite of light, the opposite of time, the opposite of space, the opposite of birth, the opposite of death. The seven threaded dimensional cloth, which is the very fabric of the unnameable. The fabric extending out from any point of our universe. This movement, this animation, this extension in the cloth is the divine dance of eternity.

Danny Dunckelman:
[in ending the first meeting with his neo-Nazi client] Do you have any reason for wanting me on this?

Mike:
Like I said: you're a humanist, liberal Jew, so you gotta do your very best.

Danny Dunckelman:
Oh, yes, that's right... 'Course. I forgot. [uneasy chuckle]

Mike:
In an ideal world, I'd have you eliminated. In this world I need you more than anyone.