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To Catch a Thief

To Catch a Thief quotes

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Danielle Foussard
Francie Stevens
John Robie
Mrs. Jessie Stevens




View Quote Francie: [about why she never wears jewelry] I don't like cold things touching my skin.
Robie: Why don't you invent some hot diamonds?
Francie: I'd rather spend my money on more tangible excitement.
Robie: Tell me, what do you get a thrill out of most?
Francie: I'm still looking for that one...
Robie: You are husband-hunting after all.
Francie: That wasn't jealousy you heard working, merely disappointment in your limited imagination. Teenaged French girls yet. Oh, I bet you snowed her under. The big handsome lumberman from America. I'll bet you told her all your trees were Sequoias.
Robie: You know, that certainly sounds like jealousy to me. Don't be ashamed of it - let it out.
Francie: You're somewhat egotistical.
Robie: Fighting fire with fire. Miss Stevens.
Francie: Yes, Mr. Burns.
Robie: You know what I think?
Francie: About what?
Robie: You.
Francie: I don't really care... Tell me.
Robie: You're an insecure, pampered woman accustomed to attracting men. But you're not quite sure whether they're attracted to you or to your money. You may never know.
Francie: Anything else?
Robie: What you need is something I have neither the time nor the inclination to give you.
Francie: Oh, and just what is that?
Robie: Two weeks with a good man at Niagara Falls.
View Quote Francie: Do you want a leg or a breast?
Robie: You make the choice.
View Quote Francie: I've never caught a jewel thief before. It's stimulating. It's like...
Robie: ...like sitting in a hot tub?
View Quote Francie: I think Lady Kenton should be our next job.
Robie: Now listen. [He firmly grabs her wrist]
Francie: Isn't she on your list? She ought to be. Kenton jewels are famous. I know every inch of her villa.
Robie: I can already hear your next line.
Francie: The Cat has a new kitten. When do we start?
Robie: Don't talk like that.
Francie: You're leaving fingerprints on my arm.
Robie: I am not John Robie the Cat.
View Quote Robie: I can't come. I'm going to the casino and watch a firework display.
Francie: You'd get a better view from my place.
Robie: Already got another date.
Francie: Everywhere you'll go, I'll have you paged as John Robie the Cat. 8 o'clock, and be on time.
Robie: I haven't got a decent watch.
Francie: Steal one.
View Quote Bertani: There will be many women, rich jewels.
Robie: Just the bait I need.
Bertani: Something the Cat can't resist, huh?
View Quote Francie: If you really want to see fireworks, it's better with the lights out. [She turns off the lamps in the room one by one] I have a feeling that tonight, you're going to see one of the Riviera's most fascinating sights...I was talking about the fireworks.
Robie: I never doubted it.
Francie: The way you looked at my necklace, I didn't know. You've been dying to say something about it all evening. Go ahead.
Robie: Why, have I been staring at it?
Francie: No, you've been trying to avoid it.
Robie: May I have a brandy?
Francie: Please.
Robie: Do you care for one?
Francie: No. thank you. Some nights a person doesn't need to drink. Doesn't it make you nervous to be in the same room with thousands of dollars' worth of diamonds and unable to touch them?
Robie: No.
Francie: Like an alcoholic outside of a bar on election day.
Robie: [He laughs] Wouldn't know the feeling.
Francie: All right. You've studied the layout, drawn your plans, worked out your timetable, put on your dark clothes with your crepe-soled shoes and your rope. Maybe your face blackened. And you're over the roofs in the darkness, down the side wall to the right apartment, and the window's locked. All that elation turned into frustration. What would you do?
Robie: I'd go home, get a good night's sleep.
Francie: Oh, what would you do? [She steps into the darkness that hides only her face] The thrill is right there in front of you, but you can't quite get it - and the gems glistening on the other side of the window, and someone asleep, breathing heavily.
Robie: I'd go home, get a good night's sleep.
Francie: Wouldn't you use a glass cutter, a brick, your fist - anything to get what you wanted? Knowing it was just there waiting for you?
Robie: [He sips his brandy] Oh, forget it.
Francie: Drinking dulls your senses.
Robie: Yeah, and if I'm lucky, some of my hearing.
Francie: [She fondles her necklace] Blue-white with just hairlike touches of platinum.
Robie: You know, I have about the same interest in jewelry that I have in politics, horseracing, modern poetry, or women who need weird excitement: none.
Francie: Hold this necklace in your hand and tell me you're not John Robie, 'the Cat.' John, tell me something. You're going to rob that villa we cased this afternoon, aren't you? Oh, I suppose 'rob' is archaic. You'd say, 'knock over'?
Robie: Oh -
Francie: Don't worry, I'm very good at secrets.
Robie: Tell me, have you ever been on a psychiatrist's couch?
Francie: Don't change the subject. I know the perfect time to do it: Next week, the Sanfords are holding their annual gala. Everyone who counts will be there. I'll get you an invitation. It's an 18th-century costume affair. There will be thousands upon thousands of dollars' worth of the world's most elegant jewelry. Some of the guests will be staying for the weekend. We'll get all the information, and we'll do it together. What do you say?
Robie: My only comment would be highly censorable.
Francie: [She sits alluringly on the couch, displaying both her necklace and bare decolletage] Give up, John. Admit who you are. Even in this light, I can tell where your eyes are looking. [He sits down] Look, John. Hold them. Diamonds. Only thing in the world you can't resist. Then tell me you don't know what I'm talking about. [She kisses his fingers, one by one, then puts her necklace in the palm of his hand] Ever had a better offer in your whole life? One with everything?
Robie: I've never had a crazier one.
Francie: Just as long as you're satisfied.
Robie: You know as well as I do this necklace is imitation.
Francie: Well, I'm not. [They kiss]
View Quote Robie: My name is John Robie. I used to be a jewel thief several years ago.
Mrs. Stevens: Well, what a wonderful surprise!
View Quote Francie: I called the police from your room and told them who you are and everything you've been doing tonight.
Robie: Everything? The boys must have really enjoyed that at headquarters!
View Quote Mrs. Stevens: [to Francie, about Robie] He's a swindler and a real man. Not one of those milksops you generally take up with. Why do you think we moved so many times, hmm? Your father was a swindler, dear, but a loveable one. If you ask me, this one's a bigger operator on every level.
Robie: Thank you, madam.
Francie: Mother, this is why I've had to spend half my life traveling around the world after you, to keep men like this away from you.
Mrs. Stevens: Well, after this, let me run my own interference. Looks like the blockers are having all the fun.
Francie: If she doesn't have any common sense, I do.
Mrs. Stevens: Oh, shut up! They were my baubles that were stolen. If I don't care, why should you? They're insured.
View Quote Mrs. Stevens: You ought to be spanked with a hairbrush and sent back to school - public school, where they could pound some sense into you during recess.
Francie: He's a low worthless thief.
Mrs. Stevens: Just what did he steal from you?
View Quote Francie: Let me do something to help you.
Robie: Oh, no thanks. Now you've just made your apologies. Let's just go back to our mutual disregard of each other, hmm?
Francie: Mr. Robie. I was wrong about you, I think. You might possibly be wrong about me.
Robie: Well now, that's another thing that I may never know. If you'll pardon me...[He turns to leave - and she grabs his arm]
Francie: I won't pardon you. I'm in love with you!
Robie: That's a ridiculous thing to say.
Francie: Is it?
Robie: To you, words are just playthings.
Francie: [pouting] Word playthings.
Robie: I'll make you a sporting, exciting offer.
Francie: I don't know if I'm up to it now.
View Quote Francie: Oh, John, you left in such a hurry you almost ran.
Robie: I had work to do up here.
Francie: Were you afraid to admit that you just can't do everything by yourself and that you needed the help of a good woman? And you just aren't the lone wolf you think you are.
Robie: All right. Without you, I couldn't have done. I needed the help of a woman. I guess I'm not the lone wolf I thought I was, Francie.
Francie: Well, I just wanted to hear you say that. Thank you. [She extends her hand] Goodbye.
Robie: Goodbye. [He pulls her arm toward him for an embrace and kiss]
Francie: [opening her eyes] So this is where you live. Oh, Mother will love it up here!