Anyone who steps into a fight involving two mooks with baseball bats can't be a cissy in my book.

Nicky: A lot of people don't trust cops. It's a fact.
Henry: Let them try living without us for a week.

Henry: I don't think you missed a day in over four years.
Frank: Last time they had to shoot me.

Frank: Where are you going?
Henry: Out.
Frank: What are you 16?

Family is the original department of health, education and welfare.

They're still fighting over this ridiculous non-issue, as lawyers do.

I know you don't like the man or care about what happens to him.

Jamie: What if I told you I found some of the money?
Harry: I'd say forget the brisket, you're taking us to Peter Luger's for family dinner.

Henry: My opinion is valid and valuable.
Frank: I didn't say it wasn't.
Henry: In effect, you did.

Henry: So who died?
Danny: A 33-year-old woman with a four-year-old kid.
Erin: A 40-year-old dermatologist from the upper West Side.
Frank: And a 16-year-old in East New York.
Henry: I didn't mean it literally.
Frank: You just forgot who was at the table.

Jamie: You take a shot at the king, you better not miss.
Frank: My aim is true.
Erin: He's got the heavy artillery.
Henry: You can't fire him but he can fire you.

Frank: I'm on my third mayor here, Pop. I think I'm used up.
Henry: I don't think we need two of us sitting here worrying about Danny.