Reporter 1: Have you located the splurge gun yet, sir?
O'Dreary: I'm afraid I can't answer that.
Reporter 1: You're not at liberty to say?
O'Dreary: (annoyed) No, I don't know the answer.
Reporter 2: Do you know where the guns are coming from, Lieutenant?
O'Dreary: Eh, I'm not at liberty to say. You'll have to ask Captain Smolsky that question.
Bronx Charlie: Your name Robinson?
Roxy Robinson: (nods nervously)
Shoulders: Roxy Robinson?
Roxy Robinson: (nods nervously again)
Benny Lee: You work for Fat Sam?
Roxy Robinson: (nods once final time before being splurged to death)
Dandy Dan: Okay fellas, this is our moment. Keep a cool head and keep those fingers pumpin', 'cause remember, it's history you'll be writin'.
Dandy Dan: (voice-over) And now my friends, listen to what I'm telling you and listen good. There's only room for one Mr. Big in this town and that's me, Dandy Dan. And fellas, the time has come for us to play our next card, and believe you's me, Fat Sam and his dumb bumbs ain't gonna stand in our way.
Fat Sam: Do nothing. Act like everything is normal: Tutto coso sono buono.
Knuckles: Er... what does that mean, Boss?
Fat Sam: You can't speak Italian?
Knuckles: No, Boss, I'm Jewish.
Fat Sam: Then read the translations!
Knuckles: (reading translations which reads: Everything's Hunky Dory) Oh. Oh, olis is good.
Bangles: Oh, hi, Bugsy.
Bugsy Malone: Hi, Bangles. Is Blousey there, please?
Bangles: She won't see you.
Bugsy Malone: Tell her I'm sick.
Bangles: You're sick?
Bugsy Malone: Yeah, sick of waiting.
Bugsy Malone: (noting the solemn look on Matt the Barman's face) You know what, you look like you put your face on backwards this morning.
Matt The Barman: You've got too much mouth, mack.
Bugsy Malone: So, tell my dentist.
Bugsy Malone: Have you eaten?
Blousey Brown: Ever since I was a kid.
Bugsy Malone: Then how come you're so skinny, wisey?
Blousey Brown: Because I watch my weight.
Bugsy Malone: Yeah, I do that when I'm broke too.
Fat Sam: Louis, over there into the corner.
Louis: Me boss? Why me, boss?
Fat Sam: Louis, into the corner.
Louis: What'd I do boss?
Fat Sam: Nothing Louis.
(throws pie at Louis and misses)
Fat Sam: Ya see? Missed. Okay Louis, you can sit down now.
Fat Sam: (as the speakeasy is closing down for the night and everyone is leaving) Tallulah! How much longer you want us to wait?
Tallulah: (sweetly yet slightly sarcastically) Coming honey, you don't want me to look a mess, do you sweetheart?
Fat Sam: Snap it up, will ya?
Tallulah: Put your flaps down tiger or else you'll take off.
Fat Sam: (annoyed) You spend more time prettying yourself up then there is time in the day!
Tallulah: (pointedly) Listen honey, if I didn't look this good, you wouldn't give me the time of day.
Fat Sam: (rejectedly) I'll see you in the car!
Fat Sam: (becoming aggravated as Knuckles is cracking his knuckles repeatedly) Don't do that, Knuckles!
Knuckles: It's how I got my name, boss.
Fat Sam: Well knock it off or else change your name!
(talking about Blousey)
Velma: You ever seen a broad carry a torch so high?
Tallulah: Yeah, the Statue of Liberty.
Fat Sam: Is he there?
Tallulah: No. There's no answer.
Fat Sam: Then get him to me - poysonally.
Fat Sam: (hand gestures) Poysonally.
Tallulah: I like my men at my feet.
Fat Sam: Someone once said, "If it was raining brains, Roxy Robinson wouldn't even get wet." Roxy had spent his whole life making two and two into five, but he could smell trouble like other people could smell gas. But believe you's me, he should've never taken that blind alley by the side of Parido's Bakery. Whatever game it was everybody was playing, sure as eggs is eggs, Roxy the Weasel had been scrambled.
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