Morris... me and you gotta have a sit dowm about something... what the fuck did you...

Whitey Bulger: Morris... me and you gotta have a sit dowm about something... what the fuck did you marinate this steak in 'cause it's outta this world! You're killin' me with this. John Morris: Ah, ah, ah... that's a family secret! Whitey Bulger: [Jokingly] I gotta knife here. Ah, c'mon, you can do it. What's the secret family recipe? C'mon, what's the secret? John Morris: It's ground garlic and a little bit of soy. Whitey Bulger: That's it? John Morris: Yup. Whitey Bulger: I thought you said it was a family secret. John Morris: It's a recipe. Whitey Bulger: No... no. You said this was a family secret and you gave it to me *boom* just like fuckin' that. You spill the secret family recipe today, maybe you fuckin' spill a lil' somethin' about me tomorrow. Am I right in assuming that? John Morris: [Looking to Connolly] I... Whitey Bulger: Don't look to John... he can't fuckin help you. John Morris: I was just sayin... Whitey Bulger: Oh you were just sayin'? Just sayin' get people sent to Allenwood. Just sayin' got me a nine year stretch in Levinworth and Alcatraz, do you understand? So... just sayin' can get you buried real fuckin' quick. [laughs Maniacally] Whitey Bulger: Look at his fuckin' face! Hey! I'm just fuckin' with you. It's a fuckin' recipe! Couldn't give a shit! Tastes great, I'm fuckin' with you. John Connolly: [laughing nervously] Yeah, well... you got me too. I'd like make a toast... [raises his glass] John Connolly: ... to success. John Morris: To sucess... Whitey Bulger: [Clinging his cup against theirs] Just gettin' started.