Charlie Arglist: As Wichita falls... so falls Wichita Falls. Vic: He actually threatened to shoot Gladys if I did't tell him where the money was. But I think he was counting on a level of commitment and affection between her and me that just simply wasn't there. Vic: Don't you want to know where the money is? Vic: Don't be so worried. The hard part's done already. Everything worked just like you said it would. Charlie Arglist: Yeah. I guess. Vic: Just act normal for a few hours and we're home free. OK? Charlie Arglist: OK. Vic: OK. Charlie Arglist: Uh, you wanna take the money and not me? Vic: You wanna take the money? Charlie Arglist: No, I-I-I don't know. I was just... Vic: Well, if you wanna take the money... I mean, if you think you could do a better job at guarding two-million dollars... Charlie Arglist: No, no, no. It should be you. It should be you. It's just that we didn't discuss that. Vic: Are we through discussing it? Or is there more to say on the subject? Charlie Arglist: No. We're done. Vic: Cool. OK. Shut the door. Charlie Arglist: OK. Vic: And Charlie? Act normal. Charlie Arglist: Yeah. Vic: Well? How'd it go? Charlie Arglist: Good. Went good. Vic: How much? Charlie Arglist: A lot. Vic: Am I gonna have to slap the shit outta you? How much? Charlie Arglist: Vic, it's a great, big, fuckin' pile of money: two-million - one-hundred - forty-seven-thousand dollars and change. My God, we're actually doing this. Vic: No, we're not doing it. It's already done. Pete Van Heuten: [standing outside his home where his wife's family is waiting to have Christmas dinner] That's my chair in there. You wanna know the truth? I can't fill it. Charlie Arglist: Neither could I, if it makes you feel any better. Pete Van Heuten: Listen, Charlie. Before we go in, there's something I have to tell you. It's been on my conscience, and you can punch me if you want to. Charlie Arglist: I don't think I'm gonna want to. Pete Van Heuten:
Back when you and Sarabeth were still married, that last year... she and I were fucking.
Charlie Arglist: [not surprised] No kidding? Pete Van Heuten: Like minks. Everywhere. Kitchen table, your bed, garage. Charlie Arglist: Wow. Pete Van Heuten: Jesus, Charlie, we were friends! It doesn't make you angry? Charlie Arglist: Actually, it makes me curious. It makes me wonder who she's fucking now. Renata: [answers phone] Hello? Charlie Arglist: Renata? Renata: Charlie. Charlie Arglist: Listen. You were right. Vic and I have been skimming. Renata: Well, duh! Charlie Arglist: I think Roy Gelles must have found out, and I think he might have killed Vic. Renata: That's terrible! Charlie Arglist: So I was thinking it might be best if I left town, and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me. Renata: You have the money? Charlie Arglist: What? Which? Renata: The money we're talking about. That you and Vic have been skimming. Try to keep up, OK? Charlie Arglist: No. Vic had it. Renata: So, your idea is that we should run away together and be poor? Charlie Arglist: I thought I'd give it a shot. Vic: Pay no attention to the man in the trunk. Pete Van Heuten: [waking up in back of Charlie's car] Ugh... Where are we? Charlie Arglist: We're in heaven, Pete. Pete Van Heuten: Oh... They got pancakes? Charlie Arglist: They got everything. Pete Van Heuten: Good. Charlie Arglist: It's Christmas! Everyone's nice on Christmas! Vic Cavanaugh: Only morons are nice on Christmas. Renata: Are you in love with me, Charlie? Charlie Arglist: I've always liked you. Charlie Arglist: Christmas Eve. Ho ho fucking ho! Vic: One night driving a Mercedes, and you're already an asshole. Sidney: My mother's always telling me I gotta control my anger, channel my energy into something more positive. Makes me want to slap her silly. Charlie Arglist: Pete, I know you're not asking for my advice, but listen... you should really shut the fuck up. Vic: You're dead, Roy. Stop pretending that you're not. Pete Van Heuten: Yo-ho-ho, mofo!