- E.G. Whitfield: Brooke, what the hell are you doing in his bed?
- Brooke Whitfield: This is my bed.
- Bill Tillery: E.G., it's very simple. I want to marry your daughter.
- Brooke Whitfield: You do?
- [he grimaces nervously]
- Brooke Whitfield: Then why are you asking him?
- E.G. Whitfield: You want to marry my daughter?
- Bill Tillery: Yeah.
- E.G. Whitfield: Well, I suppose she could do worse.
- E.G. Whitfield: Listen, kids, we pull off this sale, and I'll throw you the biggest wedding Long Island ever saw. Now, don't you go running off on me. A big wedding is good for business.
- Bill Tillery: Sir, it's fine for you to manipulate Brooke with your money, but when I get married, it will be when, where, and how I want.
- Brooke Whitfield: It won't be to me.
- Bill Tillery: Afraid to jeopardize your precious inheritance? Well, I don't sell out that cheap.
- Brooke Whitfield: You have nothing to lose.
- Bill Tillery: E.G., in case you haven't noticed, the romance is dead.
- Brooke Whitfield: Romance? Ha! You're strictly a paid escort.
- Bill Tillery: Not anymore. I quit.
- E.G. Whitfield: Tillery, you blow this deal, and you're through!
- Brooke Whitfield: Oh, let him go, Daddy. He's only good in the fog.
- Bill Tillery: Oh, yeah? Well, the truth is you only looked good because it was overcast.
- Peter McDermott: Lilly called me. She's worried about what you have in mind.
- Joe Freilich: That I might kill the Butcher? A man who murdered thousands, and they were the lucky ones.
- Peter McDermott: You're absolutely positive?
- Joe Freilich: It's a face that I see in my nightmares.
- Peter McDermott: We can get to the authorities.
- Joe Freilich: Hmm. 40 years, and this man still walks free. Do you think he has nightmares? Do you think he cares? Does anyone care?
- Peter McDermott: Well, you can't kill him.
- Joe Freilich: No, you're right. I don't have the courage to act on my instincts.
- Peter McDermott: Your instincts are good, or you wouldn't be here.
- Joe Freilich: Mm-hmm. I survived, yes. For what? To face this man? To look into his eyes and... have him smirk and think, You are nothing. You are just a Jew. It's hard to kill. It's easy to die. 6 million of us proved it.