Lil Carver: What was that shot?
David Chase: You had a visitor, Lil, but I'm sure not going after him. You'd better call the cops.
Lil Carver: What do you mean - visitor?
David Chase: Hiding behind one of those bales with a smile on his face and a luger in his hand.
Sharon Richards: David, you've been shot! Quick, Lil, call a doctor!
David Chase: No, no, no, it's all right. Call the cops first.
Sharon Richards: You don't know how bad it is.
David Chase: If I was ventilated, I'd feel the breeze, honey.
Lil Carver: It was so dark we couldn't tell which way he went. He took off like a frightened canteloupe.
David Chase: Like a frightened canteloupe?
David Chase: Tell me, is the Malay Prince sailing soon?
Lt. George Andrews: Yeah, I think it's going...
Lil Carver: Naw, she's docked in port indefinitely. I can tell you that.
David Chase: Uh-huh. Well then, it's a cinch he wasn't trying to stow away again. He went back after something.
Lt. George Andrews: Oh, sure. Maybe he forgot his umbrella.
David Chase: Could be. Maybe he was saving something else for a rainy day.
David Chase: I still think we should have another look.
Lt. George Andrews: Aw, you're crazy, Chase.
David Chase: So was Columbus and look what he found.
Lt. George Andrews: Don't push me, Chase.
David Chase: You know, George, you're like a wheelbarrow. You never get anywhere unless someone pushes you.
[pulling his pistol from his holster]
Dr. Oscar Grandell: There's no time like the present... and let's see if we can do this without bungling it.
Dr. Oscar Grandell: Won't you come in, sir. This is indeed an unexpected pleasure.
David Chase: Yeah, I'm sure it's unexpected, but I don't know about the pleasure.
Dr. Oscar Grandell: I'm very happy, sir, to learn that you're not carrying any weapons. It's frightfully bad manners, you know.
David Chase: You know, Doctor, you should give lessons in manners. You know all the bad ones.
David Chase: Sounds like our sailor friend is coming to. All right, come on, up you go, Duke. From now on, you're changing your course, old boy, from easy street to the federal pen.
Lil Carver: David, you're such a sweet boy. Why, if I was just ten years younger, maybe fifteen...
Sharon Richards: Oh, you're enough competition now, Lil.
Lil Carver: I don't know about that, but I'm as strong as an ox and frisky as a mule.
Sharon Richards: Well, a woman must always hang on to her youth.
David Chase: Yeah, except when he's driving.