The Departed2006

Costigan:
You're seventy f***ing years old. One of these guys is going to pop you. As for running drugs, what the f***. You don't need the pain in the ass, and they're going to catch you. And you don't need the money.

Costello:
I haven't "needed the money" since I took Archie's milk money in the third grade. Tell you the truth, I don't need p*ssy any more either...but I like it. Point I'm making here is, Bill, I got this rat. This...gnawing, cheese-eating f***ing rat...And it brings up questions. You know, say, Bill, like you're the new guy...Girlfriend...Why didn't you stay in the bar that night I got your numbers? Social security numbers. Everybody's f***ing numbers.

Costigan:
Is - is there something you wanna go ahead and ask me? 'Cause I'll go ahead give you the f***ing answer, all right? Frank, look at me. Look at me. I'm not the f***ing rat, okay? I'm not the f***ing rat!

Costello:
Start with, you agree there is a rat.

Costigan:
You said there is one all right? I base most of what I do on the idea that you're pretty f***ing good at what you do!

Costello:
Sure, sure, all that aside...but you, William, what would you do?

Costigan:
Frank, how many of these guys have been with you long enough to be disgruntled, huh? Think about it. You don't pay much, you know. It's almost a f***in' feudal enterprise. The question is, and this is the only question, who thinks that they can do what you do better than you?

Costello:
The only one that can do what I do is me. Lot of people had to die for me to be me. You wanna be me?

Costigan:
I probably could be you, yeah. Yeah, I know that much. But I don't wanna be you, Frank. I don't wanna be you.

Costello:
Heavy lies the crown...sort of thing.