Hooker: Hey baby, time to go.
Waingro: Showed you a good time, didn't I?
Hooker: Oh yeah. You fly. You cool.
Waingro: You're lying to me. I can always tell when people lie to me.
Hooker: I ain't lying. You're a hot dog. A regular rodeo rider. And this was the monster fuck of my young life.
[Waingro steps closer to her, and smashes her head in]

[Neil breaks into Van Zant's house to confront him]
Neil McCauley: Waingro. Where is he? Where is he?!
Roger Van Zant: How the hell should I know? [Neil shoots Van Zant three times in the chest]

[Last words of the film, as McCauley lies dying]
Neil: Told you I'm never going back.
Vincent: Yeah.

[Waingro visits Van Zant in his office]
Roger Van Zant: Who are you?
Waingro: Waingro. My name's Waingro.
Roger Van Zant: I've been living in the office day and night, how well do you know him?
Waingro: Oh, we took some major scores together.
Roger Van Zant: How come I haven't heard from him?
Waingro: Well, he's probably busy right now. But he's real thorough. He ain't gon' forget about you.
Roger Van Zant: Oh that's reassuring.

[Vincent and his team are standing in the same spot Neil and his gang were standing looking at something.]
Vincent: I got an idea what they're looking at.... You know what they're looking at?... I mean — is this guy something, or is he something?... This crew is good!... You wanna know what they're looking at?
Dr. Bob: What?
Vincent: Us.... The L-A-P-D.... Po-lice Department.... We just got made...

Vincent: Seven years in Folsom. In the hole for three. McNeil before that. McNeil as tough as they say?
Neil: You lookin' to become a penologist?
Vincent: You lookin' to go back? You know, I chased down some crews; guys just lookin' to fuck up, get busted back. That you?
Neil: You must've worked some dipshit crews.
Vincent: I worked all kinds.
Neil: You see me doin' thrill-seeker liquor store holdups with a "Born to Lose" tattoo on my chest?
Vincent: No, I do not.
Neil: Right. I am never goin' back.
Vincent: Then don't take down scores.

Richard Torena: This guy I was locked up with in Folsom: did a couple, two-three years. He got out, and I ran into him.
[pause]
Vincent Hanna: And so?
Richard Torena: He's a big fiend for action. Now if he'd said nothin', I'd have thought nothin'. But he goes on and on to me about how he's been doing nothin' and nothin' here's been going on and all this other bullshit, so right then and there I know: this cat's got somethin' goin' down.
[long pause]
Vincent Hanna: Pretty fuckin' great. [Turns to Albert] Albert, what's wrong with you? You drag me here, waste my time like this. [to Richard] You saw a guy, on the street, who's an ex-con?
Richard Torena: That's right.
Vincent Hanna: Well I am... over-fuckin' whelmed. What d'you want for that, a junior g-man badge?

Albert Torena: Where's your empathy, brother? It's a substance abuse problem.
Vincent Hanna: Empathy was yesterday. Today, you're wasting my motherfucking time.

Justine: In a way, you're a party to this.
Vincent: Oh yeah, I made Ralph fuck you because it makes me feel good.

Michael Cheritto: What do you want to be when you grow up, honey?
Linda Cheritto: I don't know.
Michael Cheritto: She doesn't know. Just like me, I don't know either.