Al : So, ah, who's your friend? Frank Vitale : That's Big Mickey from Kansas City. A friend of ours. Sante : I thought Big Mickey was dead. Frank Vitale : The father. This is Little Big Mickey. Al : Wasn't there a Little Big Mickey out of Chicago? Frank Vitale : Yeah, yeah, that's the original Little Big Mickey. This is Little Big Mickey Blue Eyes.

Frank Vitale : [referring to the dead body]  We're gonna need a bag. Michael Felgate : Right. Frank Vitale : [returns with a sandwich bag]  What the hell am I suppose to do with that? Michael Felgate : I thought maybe the gun?

Michael Felgate : [meeting Gina's father, after looking in a walk-in freezer]  There's a man in your freezer. Frank Vitale : Yeah, I know. He's suppose to be there.

Michael Felgate : [Frank's about to 'shoot' Michael]  This is probably a stupid question, but is this going to hurt? Frank Vitale : No. You won't feel a thing. [FBI device with fake blood detonates]  Michael Felgate : That actually hurt quite a lot. Is it suppose to hurt that much?

Frank Vitale : The boy's got an IQ of 174 and what do you get? An idiot.

[Frank is trying to teach Michael to talk like a mobster]  Frank Vitale : Here, try this, "Hey, fuggeddabout it!" Michael Felgate : Hey, forget about it! Frank Vitale : No, like this, "Hey, fuggeddabout it!" Change you T's to D's. Michael Felgate : Hey, fuggeddaboud id! Frank Vitale : Id? Michael Felgate : You said change Ts to Ds! Frank Vitale : Not the last one! OK, forget that one, try this one, "Get the hell outta here." No Rs. Michael Felgate : Get the hail outta hee. Frank Vitale : Not hee! Heah! Michael Felgate : Hee! Frank Vitale : Here. [Hands Michael a pistol]  Frank Vitale : Stick it in your pants, maybe you'll look the part.