[Frank is trying to teach Michael to talk like a mobster] 
Frank Vitale : Here, try this, "Hey, fuggeddabout it!"
Michael Felgate : Hey, forget about it!
Frank Vitale : No, like this, "Hey, fuggeddabout it!" Change you T's to D's.
Michael Felgate : Hey, fuggeddaboud id!
Frank Vitale : Id?
Michael Felgate : You said change Ts to Ds!
Frank Vitale : Not the last one! OK, forget that one, try this one, "Get the hell outta here." No Rs.
Michael Felgate : Get the hail outta hee.
Frank Vitale : Not hee! Heah!
Michael Felgate : Hee!
Frank Vitale : Here.
[Hands Michael a pistol] 
Frank Vitale : Stick it in your pants, maybe you'll look the part.
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Frank Vitale : The boy's got an IQ of 174 and what do you get? An idiot.

Michael Felgate : [Frank's about to 'shoot' Michael]  This is probably a stupid question, but is this going to hurt?
Frank Vitale : No. You won't feel a thing.
[FBI device with fake blood detonates] 
Michael Felgate : That actually hurt quite a lot. Is it suppose to hurt that much?
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Michael Felgate : [meeting Gina's father, after looking in a walk-in freezer]  There's a man in your freezer.
Frank Vitale : Yeah, I know. He's suppose to be there.
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Frank Vitale : [referring to the dead body]  We're gonna need a bag.
Michael Felgate : Right.
Frank Vitale : [returns with a sandwich bag]  What the hell am I suppose to do with that?
Michael Felgate : I thought maybe the gun?
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Al : So, ah, who's your friend?
Frank Vitale : That's Big Mickey from Kansas City. A friend of ours.
Sante : I thought Big Mickey was dead.
Frank Vitale : The father. This is Little Big Mickey.
Al : Wasn't there a Little Big Mickey out of Chicago?
Frank Vitale : Yeah, yeah, that's the original Little Big Mickey. This is Little Big Mickey Blue Eyes.
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