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Drak: I ain't innocent of a whole lot of things, yo, but I ain't guilty of what you're after.
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Bayliss: Frank, what is this, some sort of smoking competition you're in?
Pembleton: It helps me relax. It picks me up, calms me down.
Bayliss: No, no. You smoke because you're an addict.
Pembleton: Yes, I'm a junkie, Tim.
Bayliss: No, you're no junkie. I don't think you'd kill anyone for a pack of cigarettes.
Pembleton: (quietly) Wouldn't I?
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Giardello: You know, I could never live in California, like my daughter Cherise. No seasons. I need seasons. I need change. You know what I mean, Mike? That warm, happy feeling that arrives when the May sun touches your face, lets you know that everything will be okay…You know that feeling, Mike?
Kellerman: Yeah.
Giardello: Good! That's good. (laughs, walking away)
Lewis: Damn. I ain't never seen him that pissed off before.
Kellerman: I know.
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Kellerman (Preparing for an irate Giardello): Any advice?
Lewis: Yeah. He tends to spit when he yells - just step back.
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Kellerman: All this overtime - I'll never get shtupped.
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" Happy hunting, guys." -- Luther Mahoney to Kellerman and Lewis
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"It's pretty isn't it.... The way the board just stands here, a silent sentry to the dead and gone. I love the way the red and black meld together in harmony, a haiku of color and vengeance. Uh-oh. Look here. You're upsetting the balance. You see, Mike, you need just a *little* red. This is too much. I'd do something about that. Maybe some more black." -- Al Giardello to Mike Kellerman