- Elliot DiMauro: Nina, what's going on?
- Nina Van Horn: These are my children, Estée and Vidal.
- Elliot DiMauro: Since when?
- Nina Van Horn: Since I'm getting audited today.
- Elliot DiMauro: You're getting audited? You should've used my guy. He's a creepy little weasel who knows every loophole and gets a sexual thrill out of cheating the feds.
- Nina Van Horn: Who is it?
- Dennis Finch: Me.
- Nina Van Horn: Are you really that good?
- Dennis Finch: Last year the government paid me twenty grand not to grow corn.
- Nina Van Horn: You're hired.
- Janet: You have a lot of deductions here, Ms. Van Horn.
- Nina Van Horn: Thank you.
- Janet: And you have a write-off here for something called a buttock lift.
- Nina Van Horn: Yes.
- Janet: And it's listed under travel expenses.
- Nina Van Horn: It is further north than it was.
- Nina Van Horn: Come on, Elliot, you go out with supermodels without knowing their last names.
- Elliot DiMauro: Most of them don't have last names.
- Dennis Finch: Jack is stuck writing his memoirs, so he's been banging that ball against the wall for three solid days.
- Elliot DiMauro: Sounds irritating.
- Dennis Finch: That's nothing. You missed what will forever be known as Banjo Thrusday. Which was immediately followed by Missing Banjo Friday.
- Herb: Tell me, Jack. What gets you up in the morning?
- Jack Gallo: I'm sixty years old. What do you think?
- Jack Gallo: Nice to see you don't hold a grudge.
- Herb: You know me.
- Jack Gallo: You know, I have a baby daughter now.
- Herb: You do? Why you old dog.
- Jack Gallo: Yes, and she'd just love one of your beautiful toys. I think I'll buy here this choo-choo here.
- Herb: Excelent. Top-notch choice.
- Jack Gallo: How much do I owe you?
- Herb: Okay... one choo-choo train, that'll be twelve million dollars.
- Jack Gallo: Excuse me?
- Herb: Twelve million dollars, you back-stabbing son of a bitch!
- Nina Van Horn: Listen to me, I can't go to jail! I can't bear the humiliation of knowing how few cigarettes I'm worth!
- Dennis Finch: I believe people shouldn't be judged by numbers on a form, and if you think that you can intimidate this poor woman with your Gestapo - Oh, yeah! - Gestapo scare tactics, then you've obviously never crossed paths with Dennis Finch!
- Janet: Finch. That's F-I-N...
- Dennis Finch: No, no! Gotta go.
- Jack Gallo: [introducing Herb to the staff] ... our assistant Dennis Finch...
- Dennis Finch: Our assistant?
- Jack Gallo: That's right. Treat Herb the same way you'd treat me.
- Dennis Finch: Gotcha. No, sir, those pants don't make your butt look big.
- Jack Gallo: Oh, man, he's going to kill me.
- Maya Gallo: Don't worry. He wouldn't be able to choose a weapon.