[Lepke's last words before the FBI takes him in for questioning.]
Lepke: Call Bernice. Tell her I'm gonna be a little late for dinner.
Mr. Meyer: My daughter is a whore, that's what. You were bought by the fur, the jewelry, the presents. You're a whore. A filthy whore!
Bernice: Papa, I wish I was. I wish I was a whore. Then I could walk out of here with you. But I can't. I just can't leave him Papa. I love him!
Storekeeper: It's bad enough I have to pay those wops. Now I have to pay you too? Tomorrow the Irish will come. So enough...kill me already!
Lepke: You know, we could do with better movies. How about a nice love story or something, instead of this gangster shit?