[from trailer]
Frank Lucas:
The man I worked for had one of the biggest companies in New York City. He didn't own his own company. White man owned it, so they owned him. Nobody owns me, though.


[from trailer]
Frank Lucas:
See, ya are what ya are in this world. That's either one of two things: Either you're somebody, or you ain't nobody.


Detective Richie Roberts:
My investigation indicates that Frank Lucas is above the Mafia.
District Attorney:
Who does he work for? Which family?
Detective Richie Roberts:
He's not Italian, he's black.
District Attorney:
No nigger has accomplished what the American Mafia hasn't in a hundred years!


[repeated line]
Frank Lucas:
My man.


Dominic Cattano:
How you feel about monopolies?
Frank Lucas:
What, the game?


Frank Lucas:
Now, I got no problem with you showin' up in court tomorrow with your head blown in half.
Detective Richie Roberts:
Get in line. That one stretches around the block too.


Frank Lucas:
What is that you got on?
Huey Lucas:
What? This?
Frank Lucas:
Yeah, that.
Huey Lucas:
This is a very, very, very nice suit.
Frank Lucas:
That's a very, very, very nice suit, huh?
Huey Lucas:
Yeah.
Frank Lucas:
That's a clown suit. That's a costume, with a big sign on it that says "Arrest me". You understand? You're too loud, you're making too much noise. Listen to me, the loudest one in the room is the weakest one in the room.


Eva:
[after having lunch with a mob boss and his wife] I don't like how they look at us. Like we're the help.
Frank Lucas:
Yeah? Well now they're working for me.


Detective Trupo:
[after Detective Trupo finds Blue Magic in a small bag in the car] What are we gonna do about this?
Frank Lucas:
We ain't gon' do shit about it. Close it up. Throw it back in the trunk. Everybody go home. Have some pumpin pie, warm apple cider...
Detective Trupo:
I got a better idea, or would you rather me throw you and your brother in the fuckin' river?
Frank Lucas:
Or, would you rather your house blows up next time?


[from trailer]
Frank Lucas:
This is my home. My country. Frank Lucas don't run from nobody. This is America.


Nephew:
I don't wanna play baseball no more.
Huey Lucas:
[enters back patio] Frank, we got a problem.
Frank Lucas:
[looks at his brother then looks back at his nephew] Well, what do you want?
Nephew:
I want what you got Uncle Frank.
Nephew:
I wanna be you.


Detective Richie Roberts:
The number one fear of people isn't dying, it's public speaking.