Focus

Jess: "So what about the big con? I though you were all big time."
Nicky: "Oh, you mean the one where we make so much money, we can all retire and get yachts and boob jobs? Now, that's a fantasy. We are in the volume business. It's safer that way."

Nicky: "I wish you the best of luck."
Garriga: "With friends like you, who needs luck?"

"I took you off the street. Taught you my trade. I taught you my passion. Three generations of skills. And in spite of all my earnest efforts, in spite of all my hard work, you turned into a good person."

"Love'll get you killed in this racket. No place for that shit here. No happiness with that. You know how they say there's honor among thieves? Well, you're no thief, Mellow. You made your choice."

Nicky: "You are not going to slap my face, are you?"
Jess: "Why?"
Nicky: "You would if you knew where my hand was."

"You get that focus, you can take whatever you want."

Jess: "Will you be my boyfriend? Just for a minute. You're not a serial killer, are you?"
Nicky: "That depends. How many times does it take to get to 'serial'?"
Jess: "Five."
Nicky: "Oh, no, we're good."

"There's a lazy Sunday softness to your generation. Makes me unconfortable. I like to be on my feet. I'll lie down when I get cancer. Or if I fuck. Both of which will be down on my back, in case you were wondering."