Heist

James: Look, I just want to know; if the pay day was big enough would the lie be worth it? Rabbi: It rarely is.

Sykes: Glad you're alright. O'Brien: Really? Sykes: Yeah, I am. (hands over a take out order from the diner) The waitress at the restaurant thought you might be hungry. O'Brien: She had her shot. Salad?

ER Doctor (pulling the bullet out of O'Brien's arm): Lucky for you this was a small calliber and you had a little extra weight.

O'Brien: Oh no. Evans: What? O'Brien: They're taking wallets. Evans: They're going to see are badges. We gotta make a move now. Wait 'til that guy comes back from the safe. I'll take him and the door. You got the other two. O'Brien: Copy. This is all very Pulp Fiction.

O'Brien (talking to the waitress): My name is Billy. I like your mouth.

Evans (calling over the waitress at the diner): Oh will you just relax. Just relax. Just have some confidence. When she comes over here you ask her for her number. O'Brien: Not ready. not ready!

O'Brien: Everything here tastes the same. Like dirt. Evans: But it's no fat dirt. Why don't you get a side of ranch, have a heart attack? What do I care?

Bill (To a Thug after he got shot): Now, my homie is about to get smoked, okay? So I pull a heisman and take a cap in my wing for his punk ass. Thug: For real? Bill: Serious. Check this out. (Shows him his wound) It burns. Thug: Damn. Check this out. (He lifts up his shirt to show is six pack) Bill: Wow, I'm gonna put mine away now.

Ricky: So, I was thinking, maybe you and I could grab a drink sometime. Lola: No. Ricky: Maybe margaritas? Lola: No. Ricky: Martinis? Lola: No. Ricky: Mai tais? Lola: No. Ricky: Mojitos? Lola: No! Ricky: Manhattans? Lola: No! Ricky: I like a girl that doesn't drink. (rolls her eyes)

Ricky: Lola, hey, I was thinking that you may want to go out and grabs some tacos? Lola: No. Ricky: Muchaka? Lola: No. Ricky: Chile kilas? Lola: No. Ricky: Molelay? Lola: No! Ricky: No food, no drinks. I get it you just wanna cut right to the sex part. (She gives him a look, and Pops appears from in the back of the truck) Pops: Idiot, get it through your thick head: She doesn't want you. Ricky (Pause): Have you been back there the whole time?

Bill: Hey, listen, partner, I want you to know that I don't want things to change between us just because I saved your life. Evans: You know, I'm not even so sure that this bullet woulda hit me, you know, 'cause you a good four or five feet wider than I am. Bill: So what you're saying is that my morbid obesity saved your life. Well, remember that the next time you're gonna be purposely hurtful.

Ricky: I made one as a kid, burned a hole into the girls locker room. It should get through the armored truck. Mickey: But won't it burn up the money? Ricky: Oh...um, maybe. Mickey: Don't.

(At the race track) Pops: Too bad we can't bet today. Mickey: I never bet on horses. James: Oh, this should be good. Mickey: Too many uncontrolable variables, you're better off throwing money in the dumpster. Ricky: What kind of variables? Mickey: Well, having a small man on your back for one. Lola: I hate that too. (All four guys, give her a look)

Amy: So what are your thoughts on this? Mickey: This? I didn't know I was required to have a philosophy on getting a drink. Amy: Well, this is more than just a drink. Mickey: Not yet. Amy: I meant that it was a date. Mickey: Oh, and the last time? Amy: Almost a date. (Mickey laughs) This is the part where we find out intimate details about each other. Mickey: What sort of intimate details? Amy: Like...my favorite movie's The French Connection. Mickey: I'll go with The Great Escape. Amy: What else? Mickey: It's not that I'm not interested in your likes, dislikes, favorite color, that sort of thing.... Amy: Then what are you interested in? Mickey: I wanna secret. A deep desire, somethin' that thrills you, that thing that revs your engine. Amy: Have you ever stolen anything? Mickey: A stick of gum when I was a kid, maybe. Amy: Do you wanna steal somethin'? Mickey (Laughs): Me? Amy: Yeah. Why not? Mickey: Because you'll arrest me. Amy: Well, what if I take the night off from being a cop? We can start with somethin' small? Mickey: Why not sometin' big?

Thug: Then my moms left. Bill: 7 years old, that's cold-blooded, dawg. (Evans comes out of the house) Thug: Hey, you be cool, Bill. Bill: Stay strong, my brother. Head up. (Evans shakes his head)

Ricky: What do they do with the money and stuff from the old vault? Do they move it? Do they put it in a bank? Mickey: It gets stolen. By us.

Pops: The East Coast is dead to me.

James: So you have no moral obligation to your fellow man? Mickey: To my fellow man, yes. To my fellow prisoner, no. James: You say that intellectually, but that's not what you show me. Mickey: I'm enegmatic. What can I tell you? James: How about a new exit strategy? Mickey: For life? James: The heist.

James: Say you were in a prison camp of some sort. Mickey: I was in a prison camp of some sort. It was called prison.

(After they robbed the track) Mickey: Now that's our best day at the track ever.

(When Evans gets called in) Bill: I'll wait here, good gate work.

(When Bill and Evans went to get the info on Ricky, in the ghetto) Evans: I'm just saying don't speak. Bill: Okay, skittles. Wow, this place must have cost hundreds. (They walk up to the gate) Black Guy: What's your business here, pigs? Bill: Relax we're Mormans. OK, were cops. Evans: Tell Lucas, Tyrese is here. (The black guy leaves) Bill (To a different black guy with, a do-rag on his head): So what's with the stocking on the head? It's a tough look to pull off.

(During the conversation with James about prison) Mickey:To my fellow man, yes. To my fellow prisoner, no way.