- Vic: Ben, go home. Pack your bags, and leave town.
- Ben London: Nobody tells Ben London what to do any more!
- Vic: [shoots Ben in the leg] Ben, hop home, pack your bags, and leave town.
- Ben London: I'll hop home whenever I fucking feel like it!
- Vic: [shoots the other leg] Now, Ben, roll home, pack your bags, and leave town.
- Ben London: Vic's dead... That is, you wish he were dead. And after he gets out tomorrow, you'll wish you were dead. When he went into that hospital a month ago, I thought it was your run-of-the-mill nervous breakdown. But Vic... is sick, Mick. Vic is a sick prick, Mick.
- 'Wacky' Jacky Jackson: [Looking at Ben's dead body] What happened to Ben?
- Vic: He was rehearsing a one-man show. Closed.
- 'Wacky' Jacky Jackson: That's too bad. I liked Ben. He had a fresh breath.
- Mickey Holliday: Hi, Lee.
- Lee Turner: Fuck you!
- Mickey Holliday: I've heard some nice things about you.
- Lee Turner: I don't give a flying fuck what you've heard!
- Mickey Holliday: If there is anything I can do to make your stay in town more comfortable...
- [removing gun from shoulder holster and placing it on the table]
- Mickey Holliday: please don't hesitate to ask.
- Ben London: You can never really know the size of a person's brain until you have to clean it off the carpet, and let me tell you, Sleepy Joe had quite a brain.
- Mickey Holliday: [after Ben has been fatally shot next to a piano] I judge a man's life by the way he dies, Ben. Your life was, uh, one note.