Meyer, Charlie, I believe you know Mr. Masseria. Everybody knows Joe the boss. Then...

Arnold Rothstein: Meyer, Charlie, I believe you know Mr. Masseria.
Lucky Luciano: Everybody knows Joe the boss.
Arnold Rothstein: Then perhaps you also know, though it is of course news to me, that a card game you operate is located in territory that Mr. Masseria considers to be his.
Joe Masseria: Not considers! Is mine.
Arnold Rothstein: My thinking was, before any more blood is shed, that a compromise can be reached.
Meyer Lansky: More blood?
Joe Masseria: Tompkins Square Park, my two nephews?
[imitates throat-cutting]
Lucky Luciano: I don't know what you're talking about.
Arnold Rothstein: Apparently two of Mr. Masseria's emissaries to your establishment were murdered shortly after their visit.
Meyer Lansky: We do operate a game in what might be termed a grey area territorially. But as to any violence in the neighborhood...
Joe Masseria: They stab themself, eh?
Lucky Luciano: A coincidence then. It happens.
Joe Masseria: On my streets, no coincidence.
[indicates Charlie]
Joe Masseria: This little prick, since he's 10 years old he causes problems.
Arnold Rothstein: It seems to me you boys ought to extend a token of goodwill towards Mr. Masseria. Shall we say a one-time fee of $2,000 for the families of those gentlemen and a tax of 10% on the game going forward?
Lucky Luciano: Hold on a fuckin' second...
Arnold Rothstein: Charlie.
Joe Masseria: 10% is okay. For now.
Arnold Rothstein: Then we have an agreement?
[shake hands]
Joe Masseria: [in Italian] What are you doing with these Christ-killers? Come with me, I'll make you rich.
Lucky Luciano: [in Italina] With your other hand in my pockets.
Joe Masseria: [in Italian] I'm watching you, boy. Every fucking step.
[Luciano stands up angrily]
Arnold Rothstein: Charlie.
Lucky Luciano: A.R., two grand is bad enough, but 10% of the fucking game?
Meyer Lansky: We already pay half the take on that game to you.
Arnold Rothstein: Yes. And now you boys know why