Jimmy: So, is he going to be cool? Pinky: My motherfucker is so cool, when he goes to bed, sheep count him. Bergman: Don't you want to hear my last words? Joe Moore: I just did. Bergman: Everybody needs money. That's why they call it money. Bergman: I hate to do anything as dramatic as count to three but one, two, three. Jimmy: No one can hear me. Joe Moore: No one can hear what you don't say. Jimmy: Hey, I'm as quiet as an ant pissing on cotton. Joe Moore: 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. Joe Moore: Why doesn't he shoot me? Fran Moore: That's the deal. Joe Moore: He ain't gonna shoot me? Fran Moore: No. Joe Moore: Then he hadn't ought to point a gun at me. It's insincere. Jimmy: What do you say we stop for a drink? Fran Moore: It's a long road. Let's get to the meet. Jimmy: Yeah, that's difficult. You want me to tell you why? There is no meet. Fran Moore: Joe wouldn't like that. Jimmy: We left Joe at the airport. There is no meet, you know that. Your guy went out, got his picture on a postage stamp. He got old. Let's cut the shucking and the jiving. What kind of man sends you to me, sends his wife to me? To distract me? Oh, surprise, I was all taken in. How about that? What a fool I am. Would I do that to you? Would I do that to you? And p.s., who liked it? For old time's sake, why don't we cut the nonsense and say what it is. Fran Moore: I need a drink. Jimmy: What the hell, did he think he was gonna go home with the gold? In what fairy tale? Only one didn't know that was him. That old man needed someone to sit down, draw it for him on a napkin. Bergman: Where's the gold? Pinky: You know, I'm reluctant to tell you. Bergman: When we put it to you, you know when we put it to you, you're gonna be telling us the gross national product of Bolivia. Pinky: Hey... Bergman: You're gonna be telling us the area codes of Belgium and Luxembourg. Bergman: How do you pick up your share? Where's the gold? Where's the meet?
: What're you gonna do, hurt me? Bergman: Well, no, actually, no. I'm not gonna hurt you. But tell a guy, I'm full of admiration. What was the deal? What was the deal? Pinky: The way you're looking at the deal, the deal was we get away with the gold. Cute, huh? Bergman: No, that's charming. And then what? Pinky: We slip away. Bergman: You slip away? And me and my guys, we go to the meet and we find a truck full of pig iron. Is that the thing? Pinky: Well, Joe figured you weren't ever going to the meet. Bergman: He did? You know, your guy doesn't get it in his head to fly off on a variation, we're all out on the patio right now, we're all having a margarita! Where's the gold? Pinky: You understand my reluctance to tell you. Fran Moore: Cute plan, though. Joe Moore: Cute as a Chinese baby. Bobby Blane: You know why the chicken crossed the road? Because the road crossed the chicken. Coffee Cart Man: Hey buddy. You forgot your change. Joe Moore: [Takes the change] Makes the world go round. Bobby Blane: What's that? Joe Moore: Gold. Bobby Blane: Some people say love. Joe Moore: Well, they're right, too. It is love. Love of gold. Bergman: What, do you want to tell me what made you a criminal? Joe Moore: What made *you* a criminal? Bergman: Nothing made me a criminal. I *am* a criminal. Joe Moore: Why should we believe her? Why the fuck did he send her here? Jimmy: I think she came to me on her own. D.A. Freccia: You're a pretty smart fella. Joe Moore: Ah, not that smart. D.A. Freccia: [If] you're not that smart, how'd you figure it out? Joe Moore: I tried to imagine a fella smarter than myself. Then I tried to think, "what would he do?" Bergman: What's that lady see in you, anyway? Joe Moore: I'm resilient. Bergman: So's Gumby. Joe Moore: I got a better profile. Bergman: This other thing, the Swiss thing, if I was a publisher I'd publish the plans. Bobby Blane: Why don't you publish the plans? Bergman: Yeah, no, I said that's what I would do if I was a publisher. Unfortunately, I'm a thief so I have to do that thing. Joe Moore:
You screw me on Wednesday, you screw me on Friday. I gotta go, I got my picture on a cereal box.