Jackie Cogan is an enforcer hired to restore order after three dumb guys rob a Mob protected card game, causing the local criminal economy to collapse.

Barack Obama (on TV): ...to reclaim the American dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth, that, out of many, we are one...
Driver: You hear that line? Line's for you.
Jackie Cogan: Don't make me laugh. One people. It's a myth created by Thomas Jefferson.
Driver: Oh, so now you're going to have a go at Jefferson, huh?
Jackie Cogan: My friend, Thomas Jefferson is an American saint because he wrote the words 'All men are created equal', words he clearly didn't believe since he allowed his own children to live in slavery. He's a rich white snob who's sick of paying taxes to the Brits. So, yeah, he writes some lovely words and aroused the rabble and they went and died for those words while he sat back and drank his wine and fucked his slave girl. This guy wants to tell me we're living in a community? Don't make me laugh. I'm living in America, and in America you're on your own. America's not a country. It's just a business. Now fuckin' pay me.
Jackie Cogan: America is not a country it's a business
Jackie Cogan: You ever kill anyone?
Driver: No.
Jackie Cogan: It can get touchy-feely.
Driver: Touchy-feely?
Jackie Cogan: Emotional, not fun, a lot of fuss. They cry. They plead. They beg. They piss themselves. They call for their mothers. It gets embarrassing.
Jackie Cogan: I like to kill them softly, from a distance. Not close enough for feelings. Don't like feelings. Don't want to think about them.
Russell: [to Frankie] Then after we go over to Orlando. We're gonna burn the car. So Kenny sticks a rag in the gas tank and he lights it off.
Kenny Gill: [flashback to when they're going to burn the car] Do be such a-Russell, you're a fucking pussy. I've done it a million fucking times.
[lights the rag with a lighter]
Kenny Gill: It's fine. It goes up like a fuckin bonfire. You'll love it.
[he walks away towards the back of the car and faces it from a few yards away. The rag's flame is spreading]
Kenny Gill: See?
[Kenny looks at Russell and back at the car. They're both watching the car and the flame spread on the rag. The car blows up and the impact makes it instantly reverse towards Kenny. Kenny topples over on the road and is rolling around in pain. Russell starts laughing hysterically]
Kenny Gill: Ah fuck!
Russell: [scene goes back to Russell telling the story to Frankie] Kenny, he didn't have no eyebrows left, not much hair, and no sense of humor either.
Jackie Cogan: They cry, they plead, they beg, they piss themselves, they cry for their mothers. It gets embarrassing. I like to kill 'em softly. From a distance
Mickey: I was drinking before you got out of your father's cock. Don't tell me what I do.
Driver: They told me when they heard that if Dillon wasn't available that I was supposed to talk to the fella he sent. Is that you?
Jackie Cogan: I don't see nobody else who might be here to meet you. Do you?
Jackie Cogan: Now, aside from The Squirrel, we got the kids. Two kids. One of them's the motor-mouth; drove to Florida with Kenny, Kenny Gill. Our Kenny, the guy he knows works for Dillon. Starts bragging about how he's a big-time operator that just knocked over this guy's game for 100K.
Driver: [chuckles] You serious?
Jackie Cogan: I don't know what it is with these guys; they can't keep their mouths shut about nothin'. And Kenny - Kenny's just as dumb. The way I found out was, this guy's investing his money in a couple ounces of smack. Once Kenny comes in with him, Kenny comes to me and wants to know what I think about that.
Jackie Cogan: I guess these guys, they just want to go to jail. Probably feel at home there.
Jackie Cogan: Next he'll be telling us we're a community,
Jackie Cogan: Very few guys know me
Johnny Amato: You think dog lover there can handle a card game?
Frankie: Shit. Those fuckin things? Those things are protected. You can't do those things unless you're so fuckin stupid you actually like everybody going around trying to off you.
Johnny Amato: There's one you can do.
Frankie: John, there's ten I can do. I know of at least ten I can do but then after I'm gonna have at least eight hot ginzos out looking for me.
Johnny Amato: No, no, not this one. Cause the minute it fuckin happens, they're gonna know right off who did it.
Frankie: Well for some reason, John, that don't make me feel better, you know?
Johnny Amato: No, not us! They're not even gonna be thinking it might be us.

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