“Sure. There will be lots of TV shows about New York. Millions of them. But there will never be another 30 Rock. My heart is in the coffin there with Liz Lemon, and I must pause till it come back to me.”
“OK, suppose we do get our own horse in the police stables. Then what? I’m just not seein’ the upside here.”
“It’s the perfect getaway, sure. But how does he hold the damn cards?”
“Because Bloomberg has got this city so fucked up they’ll believe anything, that’s why.”
“Harry is right of this job because he don’t have to count to ten. Guys who can count to ten ask too many questions.”
“Harry ain’t wearin’ no diaper, I tell you that. If the deal’s off, the deal’s off. But Harry ain’t wearin’ no diaper.”
“Listen, Lefty, you worry too much. If it worked in Jersey it will work in Staten, and it worked in Jersey.”
“No, Dr. Freud, I did not always want a pony when I was a kid. I wanted to be the king of the East Side rackets when I was a kid. And that’s exactly what’s going to happen.”
“Stop worrying. If I thought that mare worked for the cops I wouldn’t be sitting here. Two legs or four, a dame’s a dame.”
“And once we get to the Park, we’re home free. I mean, what are they going to do, give him a ticket?”
