Lucky Number Slevin
Lucky Number Slevin

Slevin: You're not as tall as I thought you'd be.
Lindsey: Well, I'm short for my height.
Slevin: That makes sense because I can usually tell how tall someone is by their knock. You have a deceptively tall knock. Congratulations.
Lindsey: So it's a good thing?
Slevin: I open the door

expecting you to be up here, you're down here. That combined with a low centre of gravity - forget about it.

Lucky Number Slevin
Lucky Number Slevin

The Rabbi: Killing you before you killed me would have been...
Slevin: Kosher?
The Rabbi: Acceptable.

Lucky Number Slevin
Lucky Number Slevin

Elvis: Yo, man, I ain't askin' nobody nothin'! Nick, Slevin, Clark Kent, whatever the fuck your name is. The Virgin Mary herself could com waltzin' up in here with her fine ass, titties hangin' out and everything, and if she tells me your name is Jesus Christ, I still gotta take you to see the Boss. You know why?
Slevin Kelevra: No.

Elvis: Orders. Now you do know what orders is right?
Slevin Kelevra: I think I know... -...
Elvis: Orders is orders.
Slevin Kelevra: So, I guess no one ever taught you not to use the word your defining in the definition.
Elvis: [smirks, punches Slevin] Say something else! I will break

your motherfucking nose! I ain't playing with you!
Slevin Kelevra: My nose is already broken.
[scene cuts, with audio of Slevin being punched again, to Slevin's nose broken again]

Lucky Number Slevin
Lucky Number Slevin

Slevin: I'm not gay.
Brikowski: I'm a cop.
Slevin: Well, I'm not a robber if you catch my drift.

Lucky Number Slevin
Lucky Number Slevin

The Boss: Y-you? Nahh... You're dead. You're DEAD!

Lucky Number Slevin
Lucky Number Slevin

Slevin: Ok, I'm under the impression that you're under the impression that I owe you 96,000 dollars.
The Boss: No, you owe Slim Hopkins 96,000 dollars. You owe Slim, Slim owes me... You owe me.

Lucky Number Slevin
Lucky Number Slevin

The Boss: Are you familiar with the Shmoo?

Lucky Number Slevin
Lucky Number Slevin

The Boss: [showing a picture] That was my son. Notice how I said was?
Slevin: Yeah.
The Boss: That's because he's dead. Murdered. Relegated to the past tense. Sent from an is to a was before he'd had his breakfast.
Slevin: Bummer.

Lucky Number Slevin
Lucky Number Slevin

Slevin: But I'm not Nick.
Elvis: Yeah, well, unfortunately for you, you're not the first cat to tell me you wasn't the guy I was looking for.
Slevin: You can ask Lindsey. She lives across the hall!
Elvis: Yo, man, I ain't askin' nobody nothin'! Nick, Slevin, Clark Kent, whatever the fuck your name is. The

Virgin Mary herself could com waltzin' up in here with her fine ass, titties hangin' out and everything, and if she tells me your name is Jesus Christ, I STILL gotta take you to see the Boss.

Lucky Number Slevin
Lucky Number Slevin

Lindsey: Ironic.
Slevin Kelevra: I know, I don't even gamble.
Lindsey: No, I mean the mobster having a gay son. That's ironic.

Lucky Number Slevin
Lucky Number Slevin

Sloe: You got some id?
Slevin: See, the funny thing about that is I got mugged this morning...
Sloe: [interrupting] Look, look! Tell it to the one-legged man, so he can bump it off down the road.
[Slevin gives a blank stare]

Lucky Number Slevin
Lucky Number Slevin

The Boss: Look at me, look at me smile, your son is dead!

Lucky Number Slevin
Lucky Number Slevin

Slevin: [to Mr. Goodkat] You don't wanna kill me, Goodkat.

Lucky Number Slevin
Lucky Number Slevin

Mr. Goodkat: I'm gonna kill somebody!

Lucky Number Slevin
Lucky Number Slevin

Lindsey: Hurry back to me.

Lucky Number Slevin
Lucky Number Slevin

Saul: He's sorry that he hit you.
Slevin: Do you always speak for him?
Saul: Yes.
Slevin: So, he's a mute...?
Saul: Not quite.
Slevin: Well, what then?
Saul: It's personal. You'd have to ask him.
Slevin: Hm. How

would he tell me?
Saul: He wouldn't.

Lucky Number Slevin
Lucky Number Slevin

The Boss: That's all there is to it.
Slevin: Is that all there is to it?
Mr. Goodkat: Yup... That's all there is to it.

Lucky Number Slevin
Lucky Number Slevin

Mugger: Give me your wallet!
Slevin: Am I being mugged?

Lucky Number Slevin
Lucky Number Slevin

Nick: Fuck. Shit. Jesus.
Mr. Goodkat: 'Fuck, Shit, Jesus' is right.

Lucky Number Slevin
Lucky Number Slevin

The Boss: Pact was broken. My son was murdered so, the Rabbi's son must suffer the same fate
Slevin: Who's son?
The Boss: The Rabbi's
Slevin: Why do they call him "the Rabbi"?
The Boss: Because he's a Rabbi
Slevin: Who's his son
The Boss:

Yitzchok... Yitzchok the fairy
Slevin: Why do they call him "the fairy"?
The Boss: [rolls eyes] Because he's a fairy.