Slevin Kelevra

— Wait, I just have one question. I wasn't frisked.
— ...
— I see. So being a rabbi, a religious man...
— There are three things that you may not do in order to save a life, including his own. He may not idol worship, commit adultery, or perform an act of premeditated murder. Killing you
before you killed me would've been...
— Kosher.
— Acceptable.

— Hey, don't stop on my account.
— Slevin. It was an accident.
— What, like he tripped and you fell?

Slevin: — I'm not the guy you're lookin' for. I don't live here.
Sloe: — Yeah, well, you look like the guy that lives here.
Slevin: — Then you don't know what the guy that lives here looks like.
Elvis: — What he means to say is you look like you live here.
Sloe: — Yeah, that's what I mean to say.
Slevin: — Well, yeah, I look like I live here, but I don't.

— I'm not such a bad guy, you know. Some folks have grown pretty fat off me.
— Some have grown pretty dead.

— I'm sorry. Who are you?
— I'm The Boss.
— I thought he was The Boss.
— Why? Do we look alike? So, Mr. Fisher, you were gonna tell me something?
— I don't know. You brought me here.
— Yes, I did, but back when you thought I was him.
— I never thought you were him, I thought he was you.

— Not withstanding, here you are and Nick's nowhere to be found, so... I'd say you're fucked.
— Fucked.
— Shouldn't you be a little more worried about all this?
— I have anorexia.
— Anorexia?
— It's a condition characterized by freedom from worry or any other preoccupation, really.