Frank: Was that that shrink cunt that answered the phone?
Colin: Remember I told you that we were gonna... she was gonna move in?
Frank: Yeah.
Colin: She moved in.
Frank: You better get organized, quick.
Colin: Hey, last time I checked, I tipped you off and you're not in jail.
Frank: Are you listening to me?
Colin: Yeah.
Frank: Do you like Little Miss Thing suckin' on your cock?
Colin: Yes. Yes, I do.
Frank: So earn it. I'm getting the feeling we got a cop in my crew.
Colin: Yeah, I know. I'm kinda getting that feeling too.
Frank: He's one of yours. Inside. Have you seen anything?
Colin: Frank, I got no access to Queenan's undercover files. He and Dignam run the snitches. I'm doing my best...
Frank: Your best? What do you think we're in, the fuckin' haberdashery business?
Colin: Look, Frank, if you don't relax, if you don't relax, I can't relax. All right? Now what I need you to do is you get me information on the people who were with you last night. Your crew. Get me Social Security numbers.

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Colin and Frank discuss the possibility that there is an undercover cop in Frank's crew.

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