Paul Smecker:
You know, you Irish cops are perking up. That's two sound theories in one day, neither of which deal with abnormally sized men. Kind of makes me feel like Riverdancing.
Connor:
We haven't really figured out a system to decide who.
Rocco:
Me. I'm the guy. I know everyone. I know their habits, who they hang out with. I got phone numbers, addresses. I know who they're fucking, I know where they live. We could kill EVERYONE.
Murphy:
So what do you think?
Connor:
I'm strangely comfortable with it.
Connor:
Jesus. He brought a six-shooter.
Murphy:
There's nine bodies, genius.
Connor:
What the fuck were you going to do, laugh the last three to death, Funny-Man?
