Dodge: I brought a kid home to show you.
Fagin: Where is he?
Dodge: He's right outside. He's... he's beautiful. He... but he looks like a David.
Charley: Hey, faggot! Get the fuck away from Dodger's shift. You want him to fuckin' kill you?
Dodge: [right after Oliver turns his first trick] You okay?
Oliver: [dishonestly] Yeah.
Dodge: Ready for more?
Oliver: Yeah, sure.
Oliver: [finding Dodge with a hypodermic in his arm] Do you work so you can do this?
Dodge: I do this so I can work.
Dodge: [finding Oliver on the sofa] Get outta my bed, blondie.
Oliver: No, I thought you could sleep in the bed tonight.
Dodge: You don't mind sleepin' on the coach?
Oliver: No, I thought we could both sleep in the bed.
Oliver: It's big enough.
Dodge: Oliver, no.
Oliver: I just don't wanna sleep by myself tonight.
Dodge: It's not gonna happen. It's a bad idea. Trust me. Go, get in bed; go to sleep; I'll see ya in the morning.
Oliver: I'm glad you were with me tonight. Thanks.
Dodge: Okay. You're welcome.
David: How can you... how can you live like this, man? It's like gettin' this... it's like gettin' raped for a living.
Fagin: You smoke too much. What, you think that's funny? Why is that funny?
Dodge: No, it's just very... I dunno.
Fagin: I wanna talk to you about somethin'.
Dodge: Yeah, what?
Fagin: Well, Nancy... told me about that car from Quebec. But, don't get mad at her, Dodge.
Fagin: She told me 'cause she cares about you. What, you don't think that's true? Well, if you don't know THAT...
Fagin: And Oliver tells me you're screaming at a car last night.
Dodge: The fuck IS this, kindergarten? People are TELLING on me?
Fagin: Just listen to me: If you don't wanna tell me what's goin' on - I think it would help if you do, because if it's one of those things where you just... like, making' it up or is it just... Is it really happening.
Fagin: Hey, it's bad for the boys to see you upset. You know, they look up to you, Dodge. Now, if you want me to make the car go away, you know, I'll have it stopped. Okay?
Fagin: IF YOU WANT! All right?
Dodge: Okay, yeah. Thanks.
Fagin: Don't thank me. That's what I do. All right?