Francesca 'Cesca' Camonte: The police are here for you! It's all my fault, I shouldn't have come...
Tony Camonte: Your fault, my fault, who cares? So long as you're here. (imdb.com)
Poppy: (while sitting at a table, Tony rubs his foot on Poppy's leg) Please, Tony! My stockings!
Tony Camonte: What's a matter?
Poppy: Well don't do that, Tony. They're brand new.
Tony Camonte: Hands off, eh?
Poppy: No... feet. (imdb.com)
(Angelo is answering the phone for Tony) Tony Camonte: Hey, hey. Get a name. Get a name. Angelo: (speaking into telephone) What`s your name? No, no, I no wanna know what`s your brother`s name, I wanna know what`s your name. (angrily) Angelo: Oh, you do, huh? Listen, I come on over there, I smack you right in the teeth! I get you, you brother - Tony Camonte: Hey! What`s the matter? That`s no way to talk. Talk nice. Tell him to state his business. Angelo: Go state your business! (hangs up phone)
Francesca `Cesca` Camonte: You`re a butcher! That`s what you are! You`re a butcher!
Mrs. Camonte: He hurt you. He hurt you. He hurt everybody.
Poppy: Kind of gaudy, isn`t it? Tony Camonte: Ain`t it though? Glad you like it.
Tony Camonte: Nice little thug. He give `em a writ of hocus pocus.
Tony Camonte: This fellow`s got ideas I don`t like.
Tony Camonte: There`s only one thing that gets orders and gives orders. (points to Tommy Gun) Tony Camonte: And this is it. That`s how I got the south side for you, and that`s how I`m gonna get the north side for you. It`s a typewriter. I`m gonna write my name all over this town with it, in big letters! John `Johnny` Lovo: Hey, stop him somebody! Tony Camonte: Get out of my way Johnny, I`m gonna spit! (starts firing)
Title Card: (opening message) This picture is an indictment of gang rule in America and of the callous indifference of the government to this constantly increasing menace to our safety and our liberty. Every incident in this picture is the reproduction of an actual occurrence, and the purpose of this picture is to demand of the government: `What are you going to do about it?` The government is your government. What are YOU going to do about it?
Insp. Ben Guarino: I told you you`d show up this way. Get you in a jam without a gun and you squeal like a yellow rat. Come on, climb into this (handcuffs)
Tony Camonte: Listen, Little Boy, in this business there`s only one law you gotta follow to keep out of trouble: Do it first, do it yourself, and keep on doing it.