The future lay sparkling ahead, and we thought we would know each other
forever.
[Shakes]
[Carol]: The man I know is not the boy you remember.
[Shakes]: None of us are.
[Michael]: You read the Count of Monte Cristo lately?
[Shakes]: I dunno, 10 years ago.
[Michael]: I read a little bit every night. I read words like revenge, sweet,
lasting revenge.
[Shakes]: Mike, are you sure you wanna go this way?
I mean we buried this a long
time ago.
[Michael]: You still sleep with the light on?
[Michael]: You gotta get me one for our side.
[Shakes]: One what?
[Michael]: One witness.
A witness who'll put John and Tommy somewhere else on the
night of the murder.
A witness they can't touch.
[Shakes]: Don't they got a name for that?
[Michael]: A judge would call it perjury.
[Shakes]: I see, and what are we calling it?
[Michael]: A favor.
[Father Bobby]: It was the Sistine Chapel he painted.
[John Reilly]: Sixteenth Chapel?
[Father Bobby]: Sistine Chapel.
[John Reilly]: Who painted the other fifteen?
I just wish I could shut my eyes,
and not see the places I've been.
[Michael]
I want to be able to sleep one night and not worry about who's coming in
my room or what's gonna happen to me.
If I can get that, then I'll be
happy.
[Young John Reilly]
[Shakes]: I didn't know you like pigeons so much.
[King Benny]: I like anything that don't talk.
The street is the only thing that matters.
Court is for uptown people
with suits, money, lawyers with three names.
If you got cash you can buy
court justice.
But on the street, justice has no price.
She's blind
where the judge sits but she's not blind out here.
Out here the bitch
got eyes.
[Fat Mancho]
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