Ruditsky: In Brooklyn, when it's quiet, you worry.
Ruditsky: (to Mother Gin) Listen here, you old hag, you know something and you're going to tell me.
Mother Gin: Whadda you want?
Ruditsky: You wanna guess?
Polly: My dad's in Sing Sing.
Ruditsky: I know. I sent him there.
Harry the Hat: (about Ruditsky) You put the word that if he don't get outta Brooklyn I'm gonna cut his greasy heart out.