Ain't you a piece of work?
Yeah. I came all the way from China in a matchbox.
Most scenes together: Joe Moore & Fran Moore (3), Bergman & Joe Moore (2), Bobby Blane & Joe Moore (2)
Ain't you a piece of work?
Yeah. I came all the way from China in a matchbox.
Don't you want to hear my last words?
I just did. [shoots him dead]
No one can get the goods like you, Joe.
Anyone can get the goods. The hard part is getting away.
Uh-huh.
You plan a good enough getaway, you could steal Ebbets Field.
Ebbets Field's gone.
What did I tell you?
Take it easy, baby, that stuff'll rot your stomach lining.
Yeah, but I get to drink it first.
Hey, you go to that plastic surgeon, don't you let him put you all the way under. I knew a cat in Stateville one time; went to get his face fixed. Woke up and the sucker had given him a pair of tits.
Oh, and he landed back inside and never had to want for cigarettes.
Sometimes adrenaline gives people the shakes, some might think it's cowardice, so maybe you'd want to pray about it.
I'm not a religious man.
There's nothing wrong with prayer. We knew this firefighter, this trooper, who always carried a bible next to his heart. We used to mock him, but that bible stopped a bullet.
No shit.
Hand of God, that bible stopped a bullet, would have ruined that ****er's heart. And had he had another bible in front of his face, that man would be alive today.
Hey buddy. You forgot your change.
What's that?
Gold.
Some people say love.
Well, they're right, too. It is love. Love of gold.
You're a pretty smart fella.
Ah, not that smart.
You're not that smart, how'd you figure it out?
I tried to imagine a fella smarter than myself. Then I tried to think, "what would he do?"
Cute plan, though.
Cute as a Chinese baby.
No one can hear me.
No one can hear what you don't say.
Hey, I'm as quiet as an ant pissing on cotton.
I don't want you as quiet as an ant pissing on cotton. I want you as quiet as an ant not even thinking about pissing on cotton.
So, is he going to be cool?
My mother****er is so cool, when he goes to bed, sheep count him.
Nobody lives forever.
Frank Sinatra gave it a shot.
Why doesn't he shoot me?
That's the deal.
He ain't gonna shoot me?
No.
Then he hadn't ought to point a gun at me. It's insincere.
It's a shame you know what, we didn't actually get to do the thing, the swiss job. It's a beautiful plan.
Cute, huh?
Cute as a pail full of kittens.