Jimmy Hoffa: If a guy's close to you, you can't slight 'im. You can't slight that guy. A real grievance can be resolved; differences can be resolved. But an imaginary hurt, a slight - that motherfucker gonna hate you 'til the day he dies.
Jimmy Hoffa: Someone oughtta shoot that motherfucker! Let 'im organize the dead!
Jimmy Hoffa: I'm gonna give ya a piece of advice. Don't ask for something if it's a burden to ya if ya get it.
Jimmy Hoffa: What do I want you to do? I want you to kill the cocksucker! I want you to stuff his arms up his ass, that's what I fuckin' want!
Bobby Ciaro: He wants to know what you're scared of.
Jimmy Hoffa: Tell him it's none of his fucking business.
Jimmy Hoffa: Never let a stranger in your cab, in your house or in your heart... unless he is a friend of labor.
Frank Fitzsimmons: I'm gonna go and get laid. Come with me.
Jimmy Hoffa: Ahh, I'm busy. You go get laid.
Jimmy Hoffa: They been feeding ya dogshit! Been telling ya it's Cream of Wheat!
Bobby Ciaro: I can't even scratch myself.
Jimmy Hoffa: Do you itch?
Bobby Ciaro: No.
Jimmy Hoffa: Then what the fuck are you complaining for?
Jimmy Hoffa: Come on Frankie, you know what they say in the old days, tell me know or else I'm going to find out about it anyway.
Bobby Ciaro: One day your gonna be president of the United States Jim
Jimmy Hoffa: Fuck that. One day I'll be president of the Teamsters.
Bobby Ciaro: Want me to go call him up?
Jimmy Hoffa: Uh-unh.
Bobby Ciaro: Want a cup of coffee?
Jimmy Hoffa: No.
Bobby Ciaro: Want to go?
[Hoffa gives him a scornful glance]
Bobby Ciaro: You OK?
Jimmy Hoffa: Yeah.
Trucker in diner: Mr. Hoffa?
Jimmy Hoffa: Yeah, that's right.
Robert Kennedy: If James R. Hoffa is acquitted, I will, uh, jump from the top of the Capital Dome.
Carol D'Allesandro: [to Hoffa, of mourners at a union funeral] They'd rather some people die... for your mistake... than that they lived... but that they lacked a leader.
Billy Flynn: [to Bobby] Give me the knife. You wanna go a round, go like a white man. Get a gun.