Dick O'Neill credited as playing...
Correll
- Correll: I don't give a rat's ass for your fucking instructions. I'm not lifting a finger to help the killers of Caz Dolowicz.
- Correll: [Grabbed by the shirt by Lt.Garber] Hey, Jesus!
- Lt. Garber: Now you listen to me, you dumb son of a bitch. You don't do what I tell you, you'll be having *dinner* tonight with Caz Dolowicz!
- Correll: Christ, to hear you plead with that chickenshit makes me ashamed to be an American.
- Lt. Garber: Go away, will you, Frank? Go play with your trains.
- Correll: Don't bug me, Garber. I've got problems.
- Lt. Garber: Oh, yeah? What's the matter?
- Correll: Oh, nothing: a train is down, its radio's dead, the power's off, and it's dumped its load. Aside from that, everything's ginger-peachy.
- Lt. Garber: Frank, how much longer before the track's clear all the way to South Ferry?
- Correll: You mean before this railroad is so totally fucked up it'll take a computer to put it back together?
- Lt. Garber: Yes, Frank, that's what I meant.
- Correll: About five or six minutes. I got a snag over at Brooklyn Bridge.
- Lt. Garber: Hey, Frank, you know who went down to 28th Street from Grand Central?
- Correll: Yeah, Caz Dolowicz. Why?
- Lt. Garber: Sheesh. I knew him.
- Correll: What do you mean, you "knew" him?
- Lt. Garber: They just shot him.
- Correll: Dead?
- [Garber nods]
- Correll: Caz? 'Fat Caz'?
- Lt. Garber: Yep.
- Correll: Awww, shit!
- Correll: Boy, I never thought I'd see the day when talking to murderers took priority over running a railroad.
- Lt. Garber: Get off it, will you, Frank? My only priority is saving the lives of these passengers.
- Correll: Screw the goddamn passengers! What the hell did they expect for their lousy 35 cents - to live forever?
- Lt. Garber: Oh, you're beautiful.
- Lt. Garber: Do you read me, Pelham One Two Three?
- Correll: If I was running things, I'd go in there with guns and tear gas and blast them out.
- Lt. Garber: Yeah, well you're not running things, so why don't you start doing your own work and let the police do theirs, huh?
- Correll: Like that lilly-livered cop on the train, huh? When the hell's he going to start shooting?
- Lt. Garber: We don't even know if it is a he.
- Lt. Garber: Do you read me, Pelham One Two Three?
- Correll: Lady cops - what the hell good are they? She probably can't even find her gun in her goddamn purse!