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!
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: [to Bobby Ciaro, re Carol d'Allesandro, who has kept him waiting for hours, in his car, for a "simple meeting"] You fuckin' Wops!... You people... Ya cocksucker, why you wanna be born into a race like that?
Jimmy Hoffa: [Cut to conversation with Robert Kennedy] ... and fuck you, too! Guy need his brother elected fuckin' President of the United States to get a job. You're a joke. You woulda been a bond salesman somewheres. You're the brother-in-law they make jokes about.
Robert Kennedy: I don't know what you're trying to prove, but you're proving it... you're proving it, Hoffa.
Jimmy Hoffa: I'm provin' what? You got nothin' on me. You got a TV show.
Robert Kennedy: The Justice Department has plenty on you, Mr. Hoffa.
Jimmy Hoffa: You don't impress me, and your office don't impress me, and your family don't impress me. Bunch of rumrunners. And I don't need 300 million dollars and my brother elected President to whop your fuckin' ass, you slimy little prick! I beat your ass, that trumped-up charge down south, I'm gonna beat you again! There is no organized crime, the Teamsters...
Robert Kennedy: [Interupting Hoffa] I am gonna see you in jail, Mr. Hoffa! In jail!
Jimmy Hoffa: For what? What did I fuckin' do?
Government Attorney: Your loans, Mr. Hoffa. Your loans, for one thing.
Jo Hoffa: The pension fund... the pension fund has the best record in the country on loans.
Robert Kennedy: Aw, bullshit!
Jimmy Hoffa: Best record in the country!
Robert Kennedy: Bullshit!
Jimmy Hoffa: For the working man! You ever heard of work? You know what work is?
Robert Kennedy: [Speaks to government attorney, then back to Hoffa] Look, I want this man in jail, and I'm not going to stop until I see you behind bars!
Jimmy Hoffa: Who in the fuck are you? Who the fuck are you? Fuck you, and fuck your threats, and fuck your brother!
Robert Kennedy: [Leaps out of his chair] What did you say?
Jimmy Hoffa: [as he leaves room and slams door] You heard me!
Robert Kennedy: [Walks towards door] What the fuck did you say?
Robert Kennedy: [Yelling towards closed door] I don't succumb to pressure, and I don't succumb to threats!
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!
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.
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.