The Cotton Club

Vera:
You've got about as much style as a bowl of turnips.

[a boy runs up to Dixie in the street]

Boy in Street:
Vincent's been telling everyone around here that you saved the Dutchman's ass!

Flynn:
Blow that bughouse bastard to kingdom come!

Owney:
In the next room, gentlemen, is the finest food, drink and p*ssy in New York at a price.

Owney:
Someone oughta take out your brain and pickle it!

Dixie:
I'm surprised at you! Don't you feel anything for Mr. Flynn at all? He's dead!

Vera:
Mr. Flynn was a bootlegger. That's how they live in this world. Maybe one day you'll wise up, sap!

Vera:
If he came in here right now, he'd kill us both.

Dixie:
Forget about him.

Vera:
Who?

[Frenchy has just broken Owney's watch]

Frenchy:
You cheap son of a b*tch! You only offered $500 for me?

Owney:
What?

Frenchy:
If you were kidnapped, I wouldn't offer more than that for you!

Owney:
$500?

Frenchy:
That's what I heard!

Owney:
50 grand! I paid 50 grand! They only wanted 35 but I gave 50 not to hurt you. $500. I would've given 500,000 for you. I been worried sick about you. Look at what you done to my f***in' watch.

Frenchy:
50 grand?

Owney:
Yeah.

[Frenchy hands Owney a box that Owney opens]

Owney:
What's this? A platinum watch. (smiling) You a**hole.

Vera:
I was born looking 18.

Dixie:
I can save you.

Vera:
No, you can't.

Vera:
I sing, tell a few jokes.

Dixie:
Tell me a joke.

Vera:
[laughs] Hello, sucker.

Dixie:
What do they call you?

Sol Weinstein:
Nobody calls me nothin'.

Dixie:
Not even your mother?

Sol Weinstein:
I didn't have a mother. They found me in a garbage pail.

Frenchy:
Anything you need, Dutch?

Dutch Schultz:
Yeah, why don't you bring me the moon, Frenchy?

Sandman Williams:
Baby, you may be passin' for white, but you ain't invisible.

Bumpy Rhodes:
[violently accosting a racist guard] This uppity n*gger is buying you a drink!

[flushes his head down the toilet]