Larry: You wouldn't want me to make a liar out of an old friend, would you, Bert?
Kling: No, unless he is lying.
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Carella: (to Kling) If we can get these punks to lay off maybe we can find something relaxing like a nice, clean axe murder.
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Joe: You don't know what it's like to be on parole.
Larry: All I know is that if you're clean you got nothing to worry about.
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Meyer: (to suspect) If I had your luck I'd move to Las Vegas.
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Larry: I'm gonna play baseball this winter. I signed with a Mexican League.
Carella: Well, good luck with the senoritas.
Havilland: It beats shoveling snow.
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Mrs. Brooks: (to Kling) Larry'd never let me hear the endo of it if I turned away an old friend he used to throw rocks at.
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Larry: (to Kling) In my racket you gotta make the loot while you can.
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Mrs. Brooks: (to Larry) Why should I settle for one son when I have two?
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Carella: What happened to your Mexican deal, Larry?
Larry: I read the fine print. They pay me off in tortillas.
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Larry: I thought you came here for a fight.
Kling: I could take you the best day you ever had.
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Larry: You play pretty dirty pool, don't you?
Kling: No, I just know when I'm beat, Larry.
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Carella: You've got Larry right down in the dirt with you, Joe.
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