Look at me. Look at my smile. Your son is dead.

Are you familiar with the shmoo, Mr. Fisher?

I bet it was that mouth that got you that nose.

Y-you? Nahh... You're dead. You're DEAD!

[After he and Slevin approach a large freezer and look inside] Hey Slim, you know this cat? Slim? I'm sorry, it's no use. [Slim turns out to be a frozen corpse] Ever since somebody shot him ol' Slim's gone deaf.

If there's one thing I know, is when someone is lying. A man in my position, that's all he has to go on. To know a lie when he hears it: the difference between life and death... your own... someone else's. That being said, he wasn't lying.

Since we're not friends and you hate baseball, then why the fuck are you here?

[Repeated Line] I'm Slevin.

I'm going to say the same thing a man with two penises says when his tailor asks him if he dresses right or left. Yes.