Chief of detectives: Colorful? What color is a crawling louse? Say, listen, that's the attitude of too many morons in this country. They think these hoodlums are some sort of demigods. What do they do about a guy like Camonte? They sentimentalize, romance, make jokes about him. They had some excuse to glorify our old Western bad men. They met in the middle of the street at high noon and waited for each other to draw. But these things sneak up and shoot a guy in the back and then run away. Colorful. Did you read what happened the other day? A car full of them chasing another down the street, broad daylight. Three kiddies playing hopscotch on the sidewalk get lead poured in their little bellies. When I think what goes on in the minds of these lice, I wanna vomit.

Tony Camonte: I'm not hungry. Except for you. You got something I like.
Poppy: Yeah. I'm nice with a lot of dressing. You work fast, don't you Tony.

Poppy: [while sitting at a table, Tony rubs his foot on Poppy's leg] Please, Tony! My stockings!
Tony Camonte: What's a matter?
Poppy: Well don't do that, Tony. They're brand new.
Tony Camonte: Hands off, eh?
Poppy: No... feet.

Poppy: Why don't you get yourself a girl, Tony?
Tony Camonte: I'm workin' on that now.
Poppy: Yeah? Well, don't tire yourself out.

Francesca 'Cesca' Camonte: You're a butcher! That's what you are! You're a butcher!

[Angelo is answering the phone for Tony]
Tony Camonte: Hey, hey. Get a name. Get a name.
Angelo: [speaking into telephone] What's your name? No, no, I no wanna know what's your brother's name, I wanna know what's your name.
[angrily]
Angelo: Oh, you do, huh? Listen, I come on over there, I smack you right in the teeth! I get you, you brother...
Tony Camonte: Hey! What's the matter? That's no way to talk. Talk nice. Tell him to state his business.
Angelo: Go state your business!
[hangs up phone]