Ricky: "You stupid bleeping bleep. You, Williamson, I'm talking to you, bleephead. You just cost me $6,000. $6,000, and one Cadillac. That's right. What are you gonna do about it? What are you gonna do about it, bleephole? You're bleeping bleep. Where did you learn your trade, you stupid bleeping bleep, you idiot? Who ever told you that you could work with men? "
Detective (Jude Ciccolella): "Could I, uh---"
Ricky: "Oh, I'm gonna have your job, bleephead. I'm going downtown. I'm gonna talk to Mitch and Murray. I'm going to Lemkin! I don't care whose nephew you are, who you know, whose dick you're sucking on, you're going out. I swear to you, you're going--"
Detective: "Hey, fella, let's get this done."
Ricky: "Anyone in this office lives on his wits. I'm gonna be with you in a second. What you're hired for is to help us. Does thot seem clear to you? To help us! Not to bleep us up! To help men who are going out there to try to earn a living, you fairy. You company man. I'll tell you something else, I hope you ripped the joint off. I can tell our friend here something might help him to catch you. You wanna learn the first rule you'd know if you ever spent a day in your life? You never open your mouth till you know what the shot is. You bleeping child."