Joe: So, you guys like to tell jokes, huh? Gigglin' and laughin' like a bunch of young broads sittin' in a schoolyard. Well, let me tell a joke. Five guys, sittin' in a bullpen, in San Quentin. All wondering how the fuck they got there. What should w...
Joe: He was the only one I wasn't 100% on. I should have my fuckin' head examined, going on a plan like this when I wasn't 100%. Mr. White: [shouting] That's your proof? Joe: You don't need proof when you have instinct.
Mr. Blonde: Was that as good for you as it was for me?
Nice Guy Eddie: Yeah I'm sorry, I should have picked you up myself. This whole week has been fucked up, I've had my head up my ass the whole time. Mr. Blonde: You know, that's funny, 'cause that's what me and your dad were just talkin' about. Nice Gu...
Marvin: I already told you I don't know anything about any fucking setup; you can torture me all you want. Mr. Blonde: Torture you? That's a good idea. I like that.
Mr. Pink: Somebody's shoved a red-hot poker up our ass, and I want to know whose name is on the handle!
Mr. Pink: Look, I ordered coffee. Now we've been here a long fucking time and she's only filled my cup three times. When I order coffee, I want it filled *six* times. Mr. Blonde: Six times. Well, what if she's too fucking busy? Mr. Pink: The words "t...
Joe: Give me that book. Mr. White: Are you gonna put it away? Joe: I'm gonna do whatever the fuck I want with it.
Mr. Pink: You're acting like a first year fucking thief! I'm acting like a professional!
Freddy Newandyke: Motherfucker, I'm trying to watch 'The Lost Boys'!
Mr. Pink: Mr. Blonde! What happened to you? We figured you were dead. Hey! You okay? Did you see what happened to Blue? We didn't know what happened to you and Blue, that's what we were wondering about. [Blonde doesn't answer] Mr. Pink: Come on! Look...
Mr. Blonde: Guess what, I think I'm parked in the red-zone!
Joe: With the exception of Eddie and myself, whom you already know, we're going to be using aliases on this job. Under no circumstances do I want any one of you to relate to each other by your Christian names, and I don't want any talk about yourself...
Joe: How does freedom feel? Mr. Blonde: It's a change.
Joe: Hey, I've changed my mind. Shoot this piece of shit, will ya?
Mr. Brown: I'm blind, man. I'm fucking blind. Mr. Orange: You're not blind, you've just got blood in your eyes.
Freddy Newandyke: [asked by Holdaway to describe Joe Cabot] You remember the 'Fantastic Four'? Holdaway: Yeah, with that invisible bitch, 'Flame On!' and that shit? Freddy Newandyke: The Thing; motherfucker looks like The Thing.
Mr. Brown: [after Joe assigns names] Yeah, yeah, but "Mr. Brown"? That's little too close to "Mr. Shit". Mr. Pink: Yeah, "Mr. Pink" sounds like "Mr. Pussy". Tell you what, let me be Mr. Purple. That sounds good to me. I'm Mr. Purple. Joe: You're *not...
