Monk Eastman: "'ello officer Fitzpatrick, this cart-driver's waving a gun at me!"
Corrupt 1900's cop: "'ey, ye sold me wife some moth-eaten fabric about a week ago, and now yer falseley accusin' this nice fella o' poisonin' yer horse, I oughta hall ye in!"
cart driver: "this man poisoned my horse, and you're halling me in? You filthy Irish pig! And you, horse-poisoner, a shande, a shande for the Goyim!"
Eastman: "the Goy is my hand-servant, good luck jackass!"
"Sorry I'm so tired, I dont know if I've ever been this tired before.."
"The Bulls game is on though!"