- 'Farrah' the Mother: Why didn't you write your Ma?
- Trinità: 'cause I don't know how to write. And you don't know how to read.
- The Father: Yeah, he's got a point, there.
- Trinità: You leavin', right away?
- Bambino: If you're stayin', yeah.
- Trinità: Why don't you talk to him, Pa?
- The Father: [to Bambino] Listen: if I was you, I'd drown him, right there in that tub.
- Trinità: Hey, you ain't gonna take the old geezer up on that are ya? Ma!
- Bounty Hunter: You got somethin' gnawin' at your conscience, stinkweed? Well, what're you worth? Five hundred?
- Trinità: Uh, well, not yet. I'm just startin' out. But Judge Fitzpatrick told me that if I keep up like this, I'll be worth a thousand! Right now, I'm up to fifty.
- Bounty Hunter: Fifty bucks? How'd you manage to win that? Stealin' chickens?
- Trinità: Nah, they was turkeys!
- The Father: Listen, boys: the odds are pretty good that this generous old heart of mine is gonna stop tickin', mighty soon. But before I go, I wanna make sure that there's a good price on your heads.
- Older monk: It is Lucifer. Lucifer in person!
- Trinità: [to Bambino] You know him?
- Bambino: No, I've never heard of him. He sounds like a professional from back East.
- Trinità: [to Monk] Hmm. Well, this Lucifer or whatever shows up, tell him to go to hell.
- 'Farrah' the Mother: [offers a toast over dinner] Down our gullets! And may the good Lord...
- The Father: Oh, leave Him be, will ya? He's probably eatin' now, just like us!
- 'Farrah' the Mother: [rolls her eyes upward] He'd better protect us!