Frank: What about nap time?
Henry: The boys are too old for naps, Francis.
Frank: I meant for us.

Basically, if something tastes good I'm pretty sure I shouldn't be eating it.

It's the losses that keep you up at night.

You're lucky you were riding with Renzulli and not me. I would have knocked your teeth in.

The hardest day at work is easier than any day raising a teenager.

Frank: Down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean. Who is neither tarnished or afraid.
Henry: Raymond Chandler?
Frank: His definition of a hero.

Your heart's bleeding all over my good tablecloth.

Crime in this town has always been about location, location, location.

Frank: What happened to your war on cholesterol?
Henry: Let's just say it's a tactical retreat.

Henry: You couldn't inherent your mother's cooking right, you had to get that elephant memory of hers.
Frank: Yeah, but I got your sunny disposition.

To dodging bullets.

Valentine's Day. Ugh.