Isabella: I know a place. [they leave on a power off-shore] I'll take you to the best place for mojitos.
Crockett: Where is that?
Isabella: Bodeguita del Medio.
Crockett: In the Keys?
Crockett: Havana? Cubans don't like my business... and they don't like my passport.
Isabella: It's OK, the harbor master is my cousin.
Isabella: Once I had a fortune, it said: "Leave now. Life is short. Time is luck".
Crockett: You got assets somewhere? Insurance?
Crockett: Things go wrong. The odds catch up. Probability is like gravity: you cannot negotiate with gravity. One day... one day you should just cash out, you know? Just cash out and get out.
Crockett: Yeah. As far and as fast as you can.
Isabella: Would you find me?
Crockett: Yes, I would.
Deep-Chested Aryan Brother: [Holding detonator] Shoot me, she dies. Shoot me, go ahead. Fuck it, we can all go. That's cool.
Calabrese: That's not what happens. What will happen is... what will happen is I will put a round at twenty-seven hundred feet per second into the medulla at the base of your brain. And you will be dead from the neck down before your body knows it. Your finger won't even twitch. Only you get dead. So tell me, sport, do you believe that?
Deep-Chested Aryan Brother: Hey, fu...
[Calabrese shoots him through the head]
Nicholas: Why is this happening to me?
Joplin: Because you lead a life of crime.
Calabrese: Can't do the time, don't mess with crime.
José Yero: [to Tubbs] You seem okay. But him, I don't like how he looks.
Tubbs: Do you wanna fuck with my partner or do you wanna do business with us? 'Cause I don't give a shit how you think he looks.
José Yero: Who you run loads for? Cause other than Nicholas, who the fuck knows you?
Crockett: My mommy and daddy know me...
Tubbs: So what's going on?
Crockett: As in?
Tubbs: As in there is undercover and then there is "Which way is up?".
Crockett: What? Do you think I'm in so deep I forgot?
Tubbs: [Tubbs and Crockett look at each other closely] I will never doubt you.
Tubbs: [Crockett is holding a live hand grenade] I'm gonna tell you what's gonna happen. People are gonna come in here, and you know what they gonna say? They gonna look around and go 'Ola Hijo. That's some crazy motherfucking wallpaper, what is that? Jackson Pollock?'
Crockett: No, viero. That was José Yero. Got splattered all over his own wall.