- Tommy Gavin: This is way, way more bad boy than you'll ever be able to handle. So do yourself a favor. Go blow a drummer.
- Franco Rivera: Chief, mind if I bring a retard here tommorrow
- Chief Jerry Reilly: We have two already here another one won't matter.
- Tommy Gavin: What's your high-end Irish Whiskey?
- Bartender: It's uh... Middletons... 5 bucks a shot.
- Tommy Gavin: Alright, give me eight fingers of that.
- Bartender: Eight... fingers?
- Tommy Gavin: [Tommy indicates with his hands eight fingers in a glass]
- Bartender: That's about a hundred bucks worth of whiskey there... Tom.
- Tommy Gavin: Bring it on.
- [Bartender pours him a tall glass]
- Bartender: [Tommy takes the drink and starts to gulp it down quickly] For a glass that's going to cost about a C-note, you certainly drink it pretty fast there, pal.
- Tommy Gavin: Yeah...
- [looking at the almost empty glass in his hands]
- Tommy Gavin: you would too if you only had about two dollars and seventy five cents in your pocket.