Lucky Luciano Quotes in Lepke (1975)

Lucky Luciano: They're gonna fry you in the chair. Nice and slow, and I'm gonna enjoy it.

Johnny 'Figures' DiPalmero: [referring to a board] The dividing line could conceivably be the 135th Street, running east to west, Lennox Ave running north to south. Mr Schultz would take one territory and Mr Johnson, the other.

Bumpy Johnson: I can't accept any proposals that allows Mr Schultz to continue to operate freely in Harlem. As I've said before I have no quarrel with any of you gentlemen. But if Mr Schultz insists on coming uptown, I have no choice but to make my presence felt... Downtown.

Lucky Luciano: Well, you do realize that such a course of action would bring about your demise?

Bumpy Johnson: The Dutchman's been trying to bring about my demise for quite some time.

Lucky Luciano: I'm not Dutch.

Bumpy Johnson: Yeah, you Lucky.

Dutch Schultz: You got nuts the size of watermelons.

Lucky Luciano: Dutch! Enough with the compliments.

Bumpy Johnson: Perhaps you gentlemen to need some more time to consider my proposal.

Dutch Schultz: We ain't gotta consider a fucking thing!

[Picks up a green slip]

Dutch Schultz: Your days are numbered. Your part of the expression. You're pretty smart for a nigger.

Bumpy Johnson: Yeah so are you.

Dutch Schultz: Ooh that's good-that's good. Insult the man that holds your destiny between his fingers.

Bumpy Johnson: So you got some slips. I beat the wraphands down.

Dutch Schultz: Oh, like the glorious Madam Queen policy?

[Tears the green slip as he stands abruptly, then throws it on the table]

Dutch Schultz: My judge is gonna send your black ass to fuckin' jail. *Jesus Christ*!

[storms out]

Lucky Luciano: [looking at Bumpy] Your move.

Brewster: [Pete Brewster, Lucky Luciano and Luciano's henchman have driven Welles out to a deserted stretch of dirt road and forced him out of the car] You call yourself an American?

'Lucky' Luciano: Listen - he's just another name on that list. I say we waste him. Let the Reds take the rap.

'Lucky' Luciano: [Luciano's henchman punches and beats Welles, who falls to the ground. Henchman then approaches Welles and points a pistol to his head] You got somethin' to say about that, Mr. Welles? Somethin' smart?

Orson Welles: [Thug, with gun to Welles' head, racks the slide on his pistol] Christ, Pete, stop him! You gotta' stop him!

Brewster: [Coldly indifferent] I don't have to stop him. You heard what he said: you're just a name on a list.

Orson Welles: [Welles, in pain, grunts and groans on the ground]

Brewster: How can we possibly shoot you, when you played such a sterling part for Uncle Sam? You know that "list"... when we first planted it and you made such a big splash with it in the Press - well, it was more than I could have hoped. You know the best part? Originally, you weren't even on the list. You know why?... You're not that important. You were kind of an afterthought.

'Lucky' Luciano: You're not worth the bullet, Mr. Welles.

Brewster: [Welles, still on the ground, glares up at him] Don't judge me! The war never stopped. It just went underground. We simply have to win. Now, it's all about sacrifices, and whether you're tough enough to make them.

Orson Welles: Maybe you made too many, Pete. I remember when you had a soul, not just a job.

Brewster: You're entitled to your opinion.

Orson Welles: It's a free country.

Brewster: [Walking back to the car, leaving Welles lying in the road] Fuck you, Orson.

Orson Welles: Fuck you, Pete.

[Brewster and the others drive off, leaving Welles deserted in the road]