Henry: Now that is some big bird.
Linda: I think it weighs more than Sean.

Boots on the ground. There's no substitute.

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

Sometimes a kick in the ass is worth a thousand words.

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

Frank: Quit reading my files.
Henry: Well, I'm retired. What else do I have to do?

Take your worst fear, multiply it by 100. You're not even in the ball park. You're not even in the parking lot next to the ball park.

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.

Now my own granddaughter's going to become a crooked politician.

I thought you would have raised him better than to gulp down single malt.

We keep trying to protect you from the harsh reality of this life we chose.

To dodging bullets.