Teddy Deserve: We'ree gunna get one of the three R's: the roof, the river, or the revolver. Johnny Marbles: Yeah, cause you wouldn't wanna misplace your cow or anything. Teddy Deserve: I got shoes older than you, kid; and tougher, too. Teddy Deserve: In the old days ya could just wack a guy and be done with it. Now everyone's feelings are involved. Taylor: That's about the only thing you can count on in this life, there's nobody that wouldn't hurt you... if it helped them. Matty: Cops are involved. Chris Scarpa: Dirty fucking cops. Teddy Deserve: Yeah, he said cops. Benny Chains: Don't piss down my back and tell me it's raining. Decker: [to Teeze] Total bacon, dude! Bobby Boulevard: Matty, I didn't tell them anything. Teddy Deserve: Shut the fuck UP! [Teddy cuts Bobby's tongue off] Teddy Deserve: I feel better already. Teddy Deserve: 'da fuck you wanna know, I did what I did... walking off that handball court dumping game after game to your fucking old man. can I tell you I could beat his ass carryin' a lawn chair in my left hand so yea I'm takin' mine! Taylor: 500 fights, that's the number I figured when I was a kid. 500 street fights and you could consider yourself a legitimate tough guy. You need them for experience. To develop leather skin. So I got started. Of course along the way you stop thinking about being tough and all that. It stops being the point. You get past the silliness of it all. But then, after, you realize that's what you are. Storeowner: I got nothing for you my friend. Taylor: I checked the meter on my machines. Now they've had plenty of play. I gave you that key so you could borrow a little, float yourself for a few days. But half of that money is mine, and I want it. Storeowner: What can I tell you, Taylor? I run a business here. I have expenses. If I'm not paying fast enough for you, turn 'em off. Take them out of the store. Storeowner: [Taylor leaves and comes back with a crowbar] What the fuck are you doing? Are you crazy? They're your own fucking machines! Don't do this to me, por favor. Taylor:
The milk guy's getting paid... the potato chip guy's getting paid... the beer guy's getting paid... every-fucking-body's getting paid, and you look through me? You fuck!
Storeowner: I got it, I got it. It's right here. Johnny Marbles: Abso-fucking-lutely.