Tommy: This very night, if that's your pleasure.
Macy: None of this is my pleasure. Call it my... call it my ultimate desperation.
Tommy: Then that's what we will call it. It's just a matter of words. And as to what you're paying for, well, we won't call that assassination. No, what we'll call it is... brought-in favors. Yes, that's what we'll call it, brought-in favors.
Macy: Call it what you damn well please. When this is over, I never want to see you again, do you understand?
Tommy: Mr. Macy. You know, with your fine airs and your London drawing-room manners, and your mayfair proper touch, deep down inside you're a treacherous, murderous animal just like all the rest of us. The only difference is that you disdain a bit of blood on your hands. You like to keep a clean shop, you do. So as to our seeing each other again...