“A man could spend the rest of his life trying to remember what he shouldn’t have said.”

I want to be a fighter. So fight for something! Not for money.

It’s an idea you have of yourself, like the idea you have of your own personality which finds its best representation in the world in terms of specific flows of imaginary images. That’s what directing is.

But to get your pleasure from not taking, from cheating yourself deliberately like my brother did today, from not getting, from not taking.

I’ll kill you with my own hands rather than let you put the mark of Cain on my brother!

Money has no moral opinions.

I don’t take no dive for nobody. Whaddya think I am, a tanker!

D’you think I picked the East Side like Columbus picked America?

This is Wall Street, and today is important. Because tomorrow, July 4th, I intended to make my first million dollars–an excitingday in a man’s life. The enterprise was slightly illegal.

A holiday is when you celebrate something that’s all finished up.

Don’t you see what a black thing that is for a man to do? How it is to hate yourself?

What are you gonna do? Kill me? Everybody dies.

Twenty years ago I wanted to move to a nice place so our Charley would grow up a nice boy and learn a profession. But instead we live in a jungle, so he can only be a wild animal.

What do you mean “gangsters”? It’s business.

A holiday is when you celebrate something that’s all finished up, that happened a long time ago and now there’s nothing left to celebrate but the dead.

You must never throw away things that are worth good money.

Kids win this’n’that every day. Thousands of them. One out of a hundred fights professionally. One out of a thousand’s worth watchin’, one out of a million’s worth coffee and doughnuts.