I've been accused of every death except the casualty list of the World War.

In this life all that I have is my word and my balls and I do not break them for nobody.

I am sick and tired of publicity. I want no more of it. It puts me in a bad light. I just want to be forgotten.

I don't even know what street Canada is on.

Every time a boy falls off a tricycle, every time a black cat has gray kittens, every time someone stubs a toe, every time there's a murder or a fire or the marines land in Nicaragua, the police and the newspapers holler 'get Capone.'

Now I know why tigers eat their young.

Some call it bootlegging. Some call it racketeering. I call it a business.