Kenny: I only know what I hear on the news, and according to them, the bomb was amateur night. McCan's people never had any pride in their work.
Cameron: Not like you, Kenny. From what I hear, you can blow a guy's legs off before he know what hit him.
Kenny: I'm flattered.
Kenny: You wanna go into the trunk of your car?
Frankie: Do I get air holes?
Kenny: Yeah, in your head!
(someone needs to go undercover at a spa frequented by mobsters' wives)
Catlett: Well, just leaves you, Cole, and from what I've heard, you're pretty effective at getting girls to open up to you.
Cole: Yeah, well, they're usually not married to men who kill each other!
Frankie: Yeah, that would put a crimp in things.
Loretta: (about an undercover Cole) He's got a brain and he's very sensitive.
Gina: Yeah, but do you buy the celibacy thing? Maybe he's just gay.
Loretta: If he's gay, I'm Captain Kangaroo!
Cameron: (to Cole, about Loretta) You're not getting attached to this girl, are you?
Frankie: Westlake, you try massaging a naked woman for days on end, see if you don't become a little attached! Well, for you, it'd be a naked man.
Cameron: Frankie, you're not helping.
Frankie: I'm not?
Cole: Not in the least.