J.J. Hunsecker: Well son, it looks like we have to call this game on account of darkness.

J.J. Hunsecker: What's this boy got that Susie likes?
Sidney Falco: Integrity - acute, like indigestion.
J.J. Hunsecker: What does that mean - integrity?
Sidney Falco: A pocket fulla firecrackers - looking for a match!
[grinning]
Sidney Falco: It's a new wrinkle, to tell the truth... I never thought I'd make a killing on some guy's "integrity."

J.J. Hunsecker: Yes, Sidney. You sound happy, Sidney. Why should yoy be happy when I'm not? How do you spell Picasso, the painter? One S or two?
Sidney Falco: Two.

J.J. Hunsecker: You're dead, son. Get yourself buried.

Sally: But Sidney, you make a living. Where do you want to get?
Sidney Falco: Way up high, Sam, where it's always balmy. Where no one snaps his fingers and says, "Hey, Shrimp, rack the balls!" Or, "Hey, mouse, mouse, go out and buy me a pack of butts." I don't want tips from the kitty. I'm in the big game with the big players. My experience I can give you in a nutshell, and I didn't dream it in a dream, either - dog eat dog. In brief, from now on, the best of everything is good enough for me.

Sally: Where do you want to get?
Sidney Falco: Way up high, Sal, where the air is balmy.

Steve: [to B.L., of his flunky] Tell me sir, when he dies, do you think he'll go to the dog and cat heaven?

Steve: Mr. Hunsecker, you've got more twists than a barrel of pretzels!

Steve: That's fish four days old. I won't buy it!

Steve: The next time you want information, don't scratch for it like a dog, ask for it like a man!