Frank: Was that that shrink cunt that answered the phone?
Colin: Remember I told you that we were gonna... she was gonna move in?
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?
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.
Colin and Frank discuss the possibility that there is an undercover cop in Frank's crew.