Aaron Taylor-Johnson and Jasper Harris in Herr der Diebe (2006)

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Herr der Diebe

Riccio: See, it wasn't our Scip.
Prosper: Yes it was.
Bo: And his dad's a meanie.
Riccio: What are you talking about? Scip doesn't have a dad.
Prosper: Why don't you go introduce yourself?

Bo: Where have you been?
Prosper: At the merry-go-round with Scip.
Bo: Didn't work, did it?
Prosper: Yeah, it did. Scip's all grown up.
Bo: Really? But you're still my same Prop.
Prosper: Are you disappointed?
Bo: No. I'm happy.

Bo: Prop?
Prosper: Hmm?
Bo: When you have no money do you have to run away from everyone?
Prosper: We're not running away any more, Bo. Mum wanted us to be here, this is where we live now.
Bo: [Bo looks around the alleyway] Here?

Barbarossa: Three hundered for the lot; most of it's rubbish.
Prosper: Eight.
Barbarossa: Four.
Prosper: Seven.
Barbarossa: Four seven-five.
Prosper: Six eight-seven and a half.

Bo: You forgot something very important.
Riccio: What?
Bo: It's under my jumper.
Hornet: What?
Bo: [pulls up his sweater] Me!

Victor: I've tracked down many things in my time - suitcases, dogs, the occasional husband - but you're the first clients who've ever mislaid their children.

Scipio: Nothing's safe from the Thief Lord.

Bo: Prop's very brave and I'm good at cheering him up, so we make a good team.

Ida: What sort of case?
Victor: I can tell you it involves kids.
Ida: Well, I'm sure they're innocent
Victor: No, no, no. This case isn't about guilt or innocence.
Ida: Look, if children are in trouble, it's usually because they've been misled or used by adults. You should lock up the parents.

Victor: So, what's your name, kind fellow, noble knight?
Bo: Bo. What's yours?
Victor: Vict...
Bo: Victor?
Victor: I'm- I'm a victim of circumstance.

Bo: There's my Aunt Esther, but she's not nice and she never smiles.
Victor: You're telling me.

Scipio: Perhaps you're a tourist.
[slowly]
Scipio: Where - are - you - visiting - from?
Victor: I'm an Eskimo, can't you tell?
Scipio: Really? That is fascinating.

Victor: I'm totally - utterly - convinced the boys are no longer in Venice.
Esther Hartlieb: But... where have they gone?
Victor: [randomly] Corfu.

Victor: I think we better go inside before we become a tourist attraction.

Scipio: I'll put it in bank accounts for each of you.
Riccio: Bank accounts? What next, my midlife crisis?

Prosper: [taking his letter] We may be young but we're not completely stupid.
Barbarossa: Give that back! Before I tear you nasty little tongue out you...
Bo: [slams his candy down] You can keep it because you shouted at Prosper! And anyway, it was yucky.

Bo: Prop, where's this train going?
Prosper: Hopefully South.

Scipio: Now tell me, what did you steal? Money, jewels? Are you lock-pickers? Purse-pickers?- Pocket-pickers?
Prosper: We're not thieves.

Scipio: Do you know what happens here after dark? Things little eyes should never, ever see.
Bo: We're not scared.
Scipio: Not scared? Well, aren't you the little tiger? RAWR!

Scipio: You're not a grown-up, are you? Only some of them are very small. You wouldn't be trying to trick me on my own turf, would you?
Bo: I'm six and a quarter.
Scipio: [Removes mask and smiles] That makes you a VIP.

Riccio: [to Prosper] Your big moment, Mr Stoney Face.

Barbarossa: A client of mine is looking for someone who'll - shall we say - procure a certain item.
Riccio: Well, if he's sick, why doesn't he go to the doctor?

Scipio: Bigger money equals bigger plans -
[looking at Bo]
Scipio: and bigger cakes to buy.

Conte: One should not wear a mask in church any more than a hat.
Scipio: One should not plan a thief in a confessional, and that's what we're here for, right?

Ida: Well, why don't you go on an adventure?
Riccio: [mockingly] We're not allowed to do anything without permission from my mother.

Prosper: The Thief Lord was a little rich boy's game. And we were your fools.

Prosper: You better go home, Scipio. The others are angry. They don't understand what you've done.
Scipio: Are you angry? Do you understand?
Prosper: [pauses and Scipio looks down sadly] I'm trying.

Bo: [to homing pigeon] This is your big moment, Sophia, so don't screw up.

Prosper: We may be young, but we're not completely stupid.

Contessa: How old are you? Fourteen, fifteen?
Scipio: With this money, I can be any age I want. I won't have to be a child any longer.
Contessa: Did you hear that, Renzo? He no longer wants to be a child!
Conte: Nature will soon grant him his wish.

Max Hartlieb: [about Bo's ice-cream] Have a taste. It's all for you.
Bo: I hate it and I hate you!

Conte: [now a child; about the merry-go-round] I only just managed to dismount in time.
Scipio: Uh, looks like you went a bit too far.
[exchanges glances with Prosper]

Conte: The only visitor we allow to come here is Barbarossa.
Scipio: Does he know about the merry-go-round?
Conte: Good heavens, no. He'd immediately start selling tickets at ten-thousand apiece.

Prosper: Problems don't just disappear because you've got older.

Prosper: What you do is your choice. But I can't do this.
Scipio: What about Bo? Think how happy he'd be
Prosper: Bo wants me as a brother, not a father.

Barbarossa: You may look older, but has it made you wiser, Thief Lord?

Barbarossa: [now a child] Look at what's happened to me! I'm a respected man!
Scipio: Can I at least recommend a better tailor?

Scipio: [about child Barbarossa] Sorry I had to bring him here, Ida. He's afraid of the dark. He didn't want to stay in his shop on his own.

Victor: [Scipio is now grown up] And you - I've heard of growths spurts, but this is ridiculous. I mean, what are you - your own older brother? Or the winner of a Thief Lord look-a-like competition or what?
Scipio: How about your new assistant?

Victor: Can someone please explain what's going on here before I start drinking port for breakfast as well?

Mosca: Can you count up fifty-thousand?
Riccio: What am I? Einstein?

Scipio: [about a revamped boat] It looks about as sea-worthy as a rubber duck.

Scipio: I expect you to behave.
Riccio: Hey, that's a laugh coming from you, Thief Lord.

Scipio: Everything's ship shape and Bristol fashion with your false beard now.

Scipio: Stubble!

Housekeeper: Don't I know you?
Riccio: Yes, you do. We're staying this time.

Scipio: What's the matter?
Prosper: I'm scared.
Scipio: Of what?
Prosper: Of guns.

Scipio: [to Victor, who is trying to re-adjust his fake beard] Everything ship-shape and Bristol-fashion with your *false-beard* there?

Scipio: Father, I think the cat's sick...

Bo: [holding gondola ornaments] Look, Prop. Gondolas.
Prosper: What are you doing opening the boxes? Put 'em back.
Bo: I didn't. This one was open already.
Prosper: Put 'em back, anyway. They don't belong to us.

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