Bill: He was the only man I ever killed worth remembering.
Bill: Everything you see belongs to me, to one degree or another. The beggars and newsboys and quick thieves here in Paradise, the sailor dives and gin mills and blind tigers on the waterfront, the anglers and amusers, the she-hes and the Chinks. Everybody owes, everybody pays. Because that's how you stand up against the rising of the tide.
Bill: Here's the thing... I don't give a ten-penny fuck about your moral conundrum, you meat-headed shit-sack... That's pretty much the thing.
Boss Tweed: We're burying a lot of votes tonight.
Bill: I took the father, now I'll take the son.
Boss Tweed: The appearance of law must be upheld, especially when it's being broken.
Bill: You see this knife? I'm gonna teach you to speak English with this fucking knife!