Andre Davis: We got twenty-one bridges in and out of Manhattan. Shut them down. Three rivers. Close them. Four tunnels. Block them. Stop every train and loop the subways. Then, we flood the island with blue.
Andre Davis: You'd better have perfect diction calling me a trigger.
Michael: One million.
Hawk: Ha! Pesos? Yo, I love it when fools strike gold but don't know the market price.
Michael: 50 keys cuts into 200. Going rate for a cut key in Manhattan is 32Gs. That means after a million to us, that's still 5.4 million to you.
Ray: He *is* one of those detail oriented motherfuckers.
Captain McKenna: I tell you what, anybody tells you money can't buy happiness is full of shit.
Hawk: What? You think I fucked you because someone somewhere forgot a zero? Our business doesn't attract a lot of detail oriented motherfuckers.
Ray: [on Michael as he bleeds out] He's not like us!