Gabriel Caine: Do you know the difference between a hustler and a good con-man?
Gabriel Caine: A hustler has to get out of town as quick as he can, but a good con-man - he doesn't have to leave until he wants to.
[before the 10th fight]
John Gillon: Never try and hustle a hustler, Mr. Cain!
[after the 10th fight]
Gabriel Caine: Actually, I believe it goes: Never con a con-man, especially one who's better than you are.
John Gillon: [defeated] You beat me fair and square.
Paulo: It looks like I finally get to kill you after all.
Gabriel Caine: Well, that's a distinct possibility. But I'd bet, I don't know, four dollars against an hour with your mother that it doesn't turn out that way.
[Paulo hits him]
Gabriel Caine: You're right. That was insulting, I'm sorry. Five bucks.
[Paulo hits him harder]
Paulo: Mr. Corsini felt a little reminder of your obligations would be in your best interest, given what just happened in town. Not that you have any doubt who would kill you worse.
[Caine nods in agreement]
Paulo: Come midnight, you'd better win.
[in the ring during the 9th fight]
Honey Roy Palmer: Thought you'd be DEAD by now!
Hammerhead Hagan: You will be before the night's over. Man, you look bad. Now, how does THIS feel!
[proceeds to rapid-punch Honey Roy]
[Gillon confronts Ham while Slim hangs by a noose, a mysterious man with a gun is nearby]
John Gillon: [shows Ham the bribe he took] Five thousand Dollars, hidden under the seat of the cab in *your* truck.
[Ham opens his mouth, but Gillon cuts him off immediately]
John Gillon: [menacingly] DON'T you lie to me, boy!
John Gillon: [beat] I'm a generous man. SO the way I see it, you've got two options. You can "whoops him good", and win your fight tonight. Or you can lose it, and bury your brother here by first light of the morning.
John Gillon: [pause] I WILL get a "Yessuh" on that, Ham.
[Gillon just lost]
John Gillon: [to a man in his way] Do you mind? I just lost this whole piece-of-shit town!
[someone takes his picture]
John Gillon: Now there's a picture worth about a WORD!
[grabs camera and throws it to the ground]
[Caine has just bet an additional $1.5 million on the fight]
Gabriel Caine: So tell me, Gillon, do you have any balls left? Or just that little 2 inch dick?
John Gillon: I wish I had a bar of American family soap to wash your mouth out with.
Gabriel Caine: Are we gonna talk about what's in your bathroom, or what's in your fucking vault? Are you going or not?
[Robby and Billy are admiring Fitz's truck]
Billy Hargrove: I'd give my dick for a truck like this.
Robby Gillon: What would be the use in having it then?
John Gillon: [leading prayer] Dear Lord, please give us the strength and courage to tear this man from limb to limb.
Gabriel Caine: [entering barn with hands bound and noose] Would you untie me so I can get this thing off my neck please?
Gabriel Caine: I hate being hung. I just *hate* it!
Fitz: [after lots of arguing over the rules for the bet] Excuse me, do I look stupid to you? Or have you people been breeding too close to the gene pool again?
John Gillon: [slams fist down] Diggstown IS Olivair County.
Gabriel Caine: A day IS 24 hours.
John Gillon: [shaking his head, laughing] Mr. Caine, my son and his friend are trying desperately to regain their honor, and his car. While I admire their courage as men I worry a great deal about their safety. They're boys. Let them wear their headgear, just those two, and you can have your 24 hour day. But Diggstown is in Olivair County, and any man residing in the county is a Diggstown man.
Gabriel Caine: [goes to take a drink and stops] I'll tell you what. Any man residing inside the county line TODAY... and can prove it, is a Diggstown man.
John Gillon: Why you don't think I'd stoop to bringing in a ringer, do you Mr. Caine?
Gabriel Caine: [slickly spins the top off his liquor bottle and pours himself a drink] Not now I don't.
Gabriel Caine: Roy... what you did tonight... couldn't be done.
Honey Roy Palmer: Now you motivate me.
Fitz: Who's next?
Gabriel Caine: It's the guy who kicked your ass all over Nel's bar.
Fitz: [to Honey Roy Palmer] Rip his tits off.
Gabriel Caine: He's bigger than you are. He's tougher. He's faster. He's younger thant you are. He hasn't fought 22 rounds today, but remember this... you are BLACK!
Honey Roy Palmer: What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Gabriel Caine: I don't know. I mean it's... I'm trying to inspire you. It's a Roots kinda thing. It's a motivation thing.
Honey Roy Palmer: Well, you're shit at motivation.
[after Honey Roy Palmer insists, violently, on knowing how Diggs became a vegetable]
Gabriel Caine: All right, he shot him up with amyl-nitrite between rounds! Gillon knew that Charles Macom Diggs would NEVER take a fall! So he put the dope in his nasal spray. How that man went the distance is anybody's guess, but there is one thing for sure, his brain didn't.
Honey Roy Palmer: [about Hammerhead Hagan] He looks pissed. Did you tell *him* he was black too?
[Honey Roy stops Gillon from hitting his son after the 10 fights]
Honey Roy Palmer: [to Hambone] Hey, brother. My hands hurt. You wanna do this?
[Hambone knocks Gillon to the ground hard]
Gabriel Caine: Is that ten grand or are you just happy to see me?
Honey Roy Palmer: I figured since I was taking all the punches, only fair that you share some of the anxiety.
John Gillon: You remember what I told you downstairs about his mind? About capturing his mind? Well, right now his mind is in a whole different place. What I need you to do is walk out there, step up to the apron, look him right in the eye and walk out. Then, we got him.