Colin: Jimmy had a rough mouth. Jimmy had a heart attack in jail and
then he got himself knifed at Boston City Hospital. I believe it's been in the
Ellerby: You seem quite happy with that result.
Colin: This is a fuckin' result.
Ellerby: Yeah but 'cui bono' who benefits?
Colin: 'Cui' gives a shit? It's
got a frigging bow on it.
Ellerby: I think you are a cop, my son.
French: Where is your fuckin' license? I don't see no fuckin' license!
Man: What license?
French: There is no such thing as a license for, but you, you definitely need
to have it, fuck you. If you're not being run by us, you're being run by someone
else. That means you're bringing some undesirable elements into Mr. Costello's
Jimmy Bags: I was going for my fuckin' cigarettes!
French: Hey! He's Jimmy Bags.
Billy: He was re... I don't know.
French: What the fuck you're doing?
Man: I'm in the hole, I pay him
two grand a week. There is no profit I pay him two grand a week!
Make more fuckin' money. This is America. If you don't make money, you're a
fuckin' douche bag. Now what you gonna do?
Man: I'll make more money!
French: That's the spirit.
Billy: Oh, fuck!
French: Don't worry about it. The guy don't need his fuckin' teeth anyways.
Colin: It's a small surveillance subunit, but it's mine. I didn't take this
job in order to fuck it up, or let
anyone else fuck it up. I hand-picked this group, you're my A-team. Now our
prime - Hi, Captain!
French: This crazy fuck knocked Jimmy Bags' teeth out.
Billy: Fuck, he was reaching for his...
French: He was reaching for his cigarettes.
Billy: You're gonna give me shit? Look, it wasn't for no reason, all right?
Frank, the man reached into his coat. And I didn't know if he's a bookie or what
the fuck he's doin', you know.
Costello: But you do know what a bookie does, don't you?