Dennis Farina credited as playing...
Ray 'Bones' Barboni
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: I'm from Miami-fuckin'-Beach and you wanna show me the ocean, huh? And what about sun, does it ever shine around here, or is this smog around all the time?
- Limo Driver With Sign: They say the smog is the reason we have such beautiful sunsets.
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: That's what they say, huh? What a bunch of fuckin bullshit.
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: Let me explain something to you. Momo is dead. Which means that everything he had now belongs to Jimmy Cap, including you. Which also means, that when I speak, I speak for Jimmy. E.g., from now on, you start showing me the proper fucking respect.
- Chili Palmer: "E.g." means "for example". What I think you want to say is "I.e.".
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: Bullshit! That's short for "ergo".
- Chili Palmer: Ask your man.
- Bodyguard: To the best of my knowledge, "e.g." means "for example".
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: E.g., i.e., fuck you! The point is this: is that, When I say "jump", you say "OK", okay?
- Chili Palmer: How did you get in here?
- Ray Bones: It was easy. I told 'em I was you, I acted real stupid and they believed me.
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: [after punching Leo's wife Faye in the face] I want us to be friends, Faye. And we all know that friends don't hit each other... unless they have to.
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: Chili Palmer. It's chilly outside and it's Chili inside. It's a regular fuckin' chili-fest!
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: [after being shot by Chilli Palmer] Somebody call 9-fucking-1-1-1! Somebody call 9-fucking-1-1-1! Somebody call 9-fucking-1-1-1!
- Limo Driver With Sign: Mr. Barbone? Welcome to L.A., I'm Bobby, your driver. I hope you had a pleasant flight.
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: Yeah well, I hope you drive better than you fucking spell, jack-off. My name is Barboni, not Barbone, okay!
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: [noticing Ronnie likes to flash his gun a lot] You must be one of those quick-draw artists, the way you've got your gun down on your belt like that.
- Ronnie Wingate: Whatta you got there, a Wop 9? Fuckin' Fiat of guns, always jammin' on you at the wrong time.
- [Bones nods, smiles and shoots him 4 times]
- Chili Palmer: Hey, Bones, that's quite a scar you got on your head. Why don't you have these guys fit you for a rug, cover it up for you?
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: [to the barbers] You two geezers take your game to the park.
- [He goes into the back room]
- Bodyguard: [menacing] This man is the man, you understand what I'm saying, motherfucker? He's *Mister* Bones. And you speak to Mister Bones from now on.
- Chili Palmer: [quietly] Come on, you can do better than him, can't you?
- Bodyguard: [lowers voice] Not these days. Not unless you speak Spanish.
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: [sitting in a toilet reading a magazine, the phone rings] Fuck!
- [continues sitting in the toilet, the phone rings again and he gets up]
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
- [Harry Zimm calls Ray Bones on the phone]
- Harry Zimm: Ray Barboni?
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: Who is this?
- Harry Zimm: Are you the guy they called Ray Bones?
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: It depends. Who is this?
- Harry Zimm: I'm the one telling you the way it is, okay, asshole? That's who I am. Now you want your three hundred grand or don't you?
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: What three hundred grand?
- Harry Zimm: The three hundred grand a guy named Leo Devoe scammed off an airline. The three hundred grand Chili Palmer now has in his possession.
- Harry Zimm: [after a brief pause] Hello. Are you there?
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: Yeah, I'm here. I just don't like the anonymous crap. It means your either chickenshit or not for real.
- Harry Zimm: Well, trust me, I'm very for real.
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: Okay, so who are you?
- Harry Zimm: I work for Harry Zimm, all right?
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: Who?
- Harry Zimm: Harry Zimm. The man happens to be a major Hollywood player.
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: Never heard of him.
- Harry Zimm: Maybe that's because you've never been out've fuckin' Miami, dipshit. Maybe it's time you got on a plane, flew out to L.A. and took a meeting with Mr. Zimm.
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: So, what, this Zimm guy asking for some kinda finders fee, that what we're talking about here?
- Harry Zimm: Hey, Zimm doesn't ask for dick. Zimm tells you the way it is... or else.
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: Or else what?
- Harry Zimm: Or else use your fucking imagination!
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: Don't you know you you're the dumbest fuck I ever met my whole life? You should've told me about Leo Devoe as soon as you found out about him because his a customer of mine he belongs to me well what do we have here? A locker key? But where's the locker? now I wonder what this could be
- Chili Palmer: Check the bag at the airport
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: [Points the gun to Chili's head] Which terminal?
- Chili Palmer: Southern
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: You found Leo? You found him and took the poor bastard's money and put it in a locker at the airport all ready to go, why haven't you left?
- Chili Palmer: I like it out here
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: I've been thinking there's really no reason why you and I shouldn't get along forget all the other stuff that happened before I don't even remember how this mess started you took a swing at me for some fucking reason I say fuck it, I say you owe me money, I say fuck that, I say you owe me the juice on the money I say fuck that too I say "live and let die" but this locket key is strictly between you and I, you say nothing to nobody about this, understood?
- Chili Palmer: Whatever you say
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: Then it's all settled I'll see you around
- Harry Zimm: [Waking up from a drunken sleep to the sound of someone knocking on the door] Who is it?
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: [Walks in the office] Hi, I'm the dipshit who has never been out of Miami.
- Ray "Bones" Barboni: [to Jimmy] Jimmy, you gotta do something about this guy, and he's got no fucking respect for none of us.
- Jimmy Cap: [Jabs a finger at Bones] No, he's got no respect for *YOU*!