Tom Powers: Nuts to that stuff (breakfast)! Ain't ya got a drink in the house?


Tom Powers: Hiding behind Ma's skirts, like always.
Mike Powers: Better than hiding behind a machine gun.


Matt Doyle: Gee, she's a honey. I could go for her myself.
Tom Powers: Whatdya mean, you could go for her yourself? You could go for an eighty year old chick with rheumatism.


Tom Powers: Hello baby. What are you gonna have?
Kitty: Anything you say, big boy.
Tom Powers: You're a swell dish. I think I'm going to go for you.


Tom Powers: Hey, stoop, that's got gears. That ain't no Ford.


Tom Powers: Why that dirty, no good, yellow-bellied stool. I'm gonna give it to him right in the head the first time I see him.


Putty Nose: Are you alone?
Tom Powers: I'm always alone when I'm with Matt.


Tom Powers: I ain't so tough.