Frank? What the fuck is wrong with you? See anything you like, Colin? I almost fucking...

[Costello meets with Sullivan in a porno theater, posing as a movie-watcher and suprising him with a black dildo] Colin Sullivan: Frank? What the fuck is wrong with you? Frank Costello: [laughing] See anything you like, Colin? Colin Sullivan: I almost fucking shot you! Frank Costello: You're not indulging in self-abuse, are you? I hope you're not turning into one of them sob sisters who wants to get caught. You're not cracking up, are you? Colin Sullivan: I don't crack up. Frank Costello: Picking a place like this, where any cop can see you. Jesus. Colin Sullivan: If it was such a fucking bad idea, why'd you show up? Frank Costello: [turning to face Sullivan] I own the place. Colin Sullivan: [laughs] Why am I not fucking surprised? Look, I gotta tell you... Frank Costello: You're getting re-assigned. I know. Colin Sullivan: How the fuck do you know that? Frank Costello: Where'd they put you? Colin Sullivan: Hey Frank, I gotta find myself. Frank Costello: You're telling me, sonny boy. Colin Sullivan: I gotta find the guy you got in the department. Frank Costello: With everybody looking up their own ass, and you looking for yourself, I'd put my money on nobody finds nothing. Colin Sullivan: I know, but Frank - look, for me, you gotta lay low. Right now. Frank Costello: Colin, laying low is not what I do. Colin Sullivan: Okay, fucking big daddy Frank. Fucking perfect. But what good am I to you if you don't listen to me?