Davis: Hey, we need you to deliver his eulogy tomorrow. And blow his ass up. Tariq: With him right there in the ground? Davis: It's his legacy or your Mom's life, kid? Get some balls.
Paula: So, your husband was Ghost? The FEDS could never prove that. Tasha: Yes. My husband, James St. Patrick, was Ghost. A criminal, kingpin, drug dealing motherfucker. Tommy, too.