- Jake Green: There is something about yourself that you don't know. Something that you will deny even exists until it's too late to do anything about it. It's the only reason you get up in the morning, the only reason you suffer the shitty boss, the blood, the sweat and the tears. This is because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild and clever you really are. "Fear or revere me, but please think I'm special." We share an addiction. We're approval junkies. We're all in it for the slap on the back and the gold watch. The "hip, hip, hoo-fucking-rah." Look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his trophy. Shine on, you crazy diamond. Cos we're just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others.
- [first lines]
- Jake Green: One thing I've learned in the last seven years: in every game and con there's always an opponent, and there's always a victim. The trick is to know when you're the latter, so you can become the former.
- Jake Green: Oh, I know you're still there... cause I can feel you dying. I can hear you tapping me... for a little nutrition. Now who's looking for a fix? It gets a little tight in here, do you? Well, you're not wrong... cause the walls are moving in. No food here. Not today, sunshine. My eyes are open and the restaurant's closed. Jog on. Slide off. Find someone else to fill your pipe. Someone, who won't see you coming... or know, when you're there.
- Jake Green: This has become a large problem, Avi.
- Avi: There's no such thing as problems, Mr. Green, only situations...
- Jake Green: [Mr. Green in the elevator, after being convinced by his friends not to take the stairs] Now I've got to spend the next two minutes, shaking... and sweating... like a crack whore looking for a fix... Should have taken the stairs... cause it's getting very... very tight in here.
- Jake Green: Dorothy Macha, the man responsible for the time I served. A man who'll pass a death sentence quicker than you'll pass the salt.
- Macha: So how exactly did this one manage to disarm and overpower a four-time national bodybuilding champion? Drag him half a block, throw him over six-foot wall, and then feed him to his own gun?
- Macha: What is this? Where were security?
- French Paul: They gased them. We found them tied up.
- French Paul: 12-tone permanent Eagle Safe, Mister D. It was impossible to break into.
- Macha: Well, it wasn't fucking impossible to move, now, was it, Paul?
- Macha: What did anyone take it for? We don't even use that safe, do we, Paul?
- Macha: Paul?
- French Paul: Not usually, no.
- French Paul: Sam Gold's powder was in that. Came in yesterday.
- Macha: No, Paul. You're wrong.
- Macha: Try again.
- Macha: You stupid motherfucker.
- Sorter: Ch-check she's dead
- [calmly said to colleague after shooting an assassin in the neck, and then walking off to take care of the driver]
- Jake Green: Gradually they thought they'd found a formula to the con. A formula to win the ultimate win.
- Zach: Did you get anything from the old lady?
- Jake Green: No.
- Zach: Did you get anything from Horwitz?
- Jake Green: No.
- Zach: Why not?
- Jake Green: Because he didn't have it.
- Zach: Listen, pal. Either he pays or you pay.
- Jake Green: I pay anyway.
- Zach: Don't be a smartass.