Gangster: That's no reason to quit!
Top Dollar: Wrong. That's the perfect reason to quit. The only reason to quit. A man has an idea. The idea attracts others, like-minded. The idea expands. The idea becomes an institution. What was the idea? That's what's been bothering me, boys. I tell ya, when I used to think of the idea itself, it put a big ol' smile on my face. Greed is for amateurs. Disorder. Chaos. Anarchy. Now that's fun!
Gangster 2: What about Devil's Night?
Top Dollar: What about it? I started the first fires in this goddamn city. Before I knew it, every charlatan and shitheel was imitating me. You know what they got now? Devil's Night greeting cards. Isn't that precious? The idea has become the institution, boys. Time to move on.
Gangster 3: You don't want us to do "light my fire" time for the whole city?
Top Dollar: No, I want you to set a fire so goddamn big, the gods will notice us again, that's what I'm saying! I want all you boys to look me straight in the eye one more time and say: ARE WE HAVING FUN OR WHAT?!?