Drycoff: Are you sure? 'Cause you just went through a wall.
The bit at the end with Sphinx:
Sphinx: If his unpleasant wounding has in some way enlightened the rest of you as to the grim finish beneath the glossy veneer of criminal life and inspired you to change your ways, then his injuries carry with it an inherent nobility, and a supreme glory. We should all be so fortunate. You say poor Toby? I say poor us.
Tumbler: He spoke.
Memphis: Hey, man, I thought you were from Long Beach.