Robert Bella

Bobby Gold: Man's got no call to question my loyalty.

Tim Sullivan: How's your head?

Bobby Gold: He had no fuckin' call to get racial on me.

Tim Sullivan: So he called you one, you called him one. We get to the gym...

Bobby Gold: Sonofabitch is gonna go.

Tim Sullivan: Yeah, I feel it too.

Bobby Gold: Piece'a cake.

Tim Sullivan: Either piece'a cake or a slice'a life, you notice that?

Bobby Gold: Yeah, I've remarked that, ain't that the truth?

Tim Sullivan: That is the truth.

Bobby Gold: We could've brought the sonofabitch with a knock onna door.

Tim Sullivan: Well let's go bring him in then.

Bobby Gold: That's right.

Tim Sullivan: Garner summa them kudos n' all that they got.

Bobby Gold: That's right. FBI, man...

Tim Sullivan: That's right.

Bobby Gold: FBI could fuck up a baked potato.

Tim Sullivan: F-B-I, couldn't find Joe Louis inna bowl of rice. Know what's needed here?

Bobby Gold: What, Sully?

Tim Sullivan: Police work.

Bobby Gold: Yeah. Summa that police work that people talk about.

Frank: Hey, gimme a coupla' serious Irish cops, cigars in their mouth, go out there...

Bobby Gold: That's right...

Frank: - go bring their man in...

Bobby Gold: ...s'right.

Frank: - n' spare me the fuckin' FBI.