How can you trust a man who wears both a belt and suspenders? The man can’t even trust his own pants.[to Wobbles]
You see, Frank, there are many kinds of weapons. And the only one that can stop that is this.[Frank draws on Morton as he pulls out money to show him.]
You know, Jill, you remind me of my mother. She was the biggest whore in Alameda and the finest woman that ever lived. Whoever my father was, for an hour or for a month, he must have been a happy man.