The Chechen: [During a private sit down meeting with the gangsters] What do you propose?
The Joker: It's simple. We, uh, kill the Batman.
[mobsters laugh]
Salvatore Maroni: If it's so simple, why haven't you done it already?
The Joker: If you're good at something, never do it for free.
Arthur Bishop: Tell your principal it never pays to fuck with the dead.
Mr. Goodkat: Charlie Chaplin once entered a Charlie Chaplin look-alike contest in Monte Carlo and came in third; that's a story.
Richard Wershe Sr.: Straight talk? Your mother and I. We didn't plan on Dawn.
Richard Wershe Sr.: We didn't plan on you either, but in the end things worked out.
Rick Wershe Jr.: Dawn is a junkie, I'm shitting into a bag. Well that turned out well.
Richard Wershe Sr.: What can I say, you know? I'm a glass-half-full kind of guy.
Angela: Goodbye, George.
[half-turns away and then looks back]
Angela: Seems like we always spend the best part of our time just saying goodbye.
Alicia West: Murder is murder, no matter who you are.
Henry Hill: [narrating] As far back as I can remember I always wanted to be a gangster.
Captain Harris: Don't touch those! Don't you ever touch my balls without asking!
Leon: [to his son, Frank] Listen, your mother… your mother was a bitch. She was a real bitch. She beat the shit out of your brother and sister on a daily basis with whatever she had in her hand. She was a violent drunk, she was a twisted fucking slut.
Henri Ducard: But I know the rage that drives you. That impossible anger strangling the grief, until the memory of your loved one is just… poison in your veins. And one day, you catch yourself wishing the person you loved had never existed, so you would be spared your pain.