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: 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 we have done, what didn't we do, who's fault is it, is it my fault, your fault, his fault, all that bullshit. Then one of them says, hey. Wait a minute. When we were planning this caper, all we did was sit around tellin' fuckin' jokes! Get the message? Boys, I don't mean to holler at ya. When this caper's over - and I'm sure it'll be a successful one - we'll get down to the Hawaiian Islands, hell, I'll roll and laugh with all of ya. You'll find me a different character down there. Right now, it's a matter of business.
Nice Guy Eddie
: Did you see that, daddy? Joe
: What? Nice Guy Eddie
: That guy got me on the ground and he tried to fuck me. Mr. Blonde
: You wish. Nice Guy Eddie
: Listen, Vic. Whatever you wanna do in the privacy of your own home, go do it. But don't try to fuck me in my father's office - I don't think of you that way. I like you a lot man, but I don't think of you that way. Mr. Blonde
: Eddie, if I was a butt cowboy, I wouldn't even throw you to the posse. Nice Guy Eddie
: Of course not, you'd keep me for yourself, you sick bastard. Four years of fuckin' punks up the ass you'd appreciate a piece of prime rib when you see one.
] Mr. Brown
: Let me tell you what 'Like a Virgin' is about. It's all about a girl who digs a guy with a big dick. The entire song. It's a metaphor for big dicks. Mr. Blonde
: No, no. It's about a girl who is very vulnerable. She's been fucked over a few times. Then she meets some guy who's really sensitive... Mr. Brown
: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... Time out Greenbay. Tell that fucking bullshit to the tourists. Joe
: Toby... Who the fuck is Toby? Toby... Mr. Brown
: 'Like a Virgin' is not about this sensitive girl who meets a nice fella. That's what "True Blue" is about, now, granted, no argument about that. Mr. Orange
: Which one is 'True Blue'? Nice Guy Eddie
: 'True Blue' was a big ass hit for Madonna. I don't even follow this Tops In Pops shit, and I've at least heard of "True Blue". Mr. Orange
: Look, asshole, I didn't say I ain't heard of it. All I asked was how does it go? Excuse me for not being the world's biggest Madonna fan. Mr. Blonde
: Personally, I can do without her. Mr. Blue
: I like her early stuff. You know, 'Lucky Star', 'Borderline' - but once she got into her 'Papa Don't Preach' phase, I don't know, I tuned out. Mr. Brown
: Hey, you guys are making me lose my... train of thought here. I was saying something, what was it? Joe
: Oh, Toby was this Chinese girl, what was her last name? Mr. White
: What's that? Joe
: I found this old address book in a jacket I ain't worn in a coon's age. What was that name? Mr. Brown
: What the fuck was I talking about? Mr. Pink
: You said 'True Blue' was about a nice girl, a sensitive girl who meets a nice guy, and that 'Like a Virgin' was a metaphor for big dicks. Mr. Brown
: Lemme tell you what 'Like a Virgin' is about. It's all about this cooze who's a regular fuck machine, I'm talking morning, day, night, afternoon, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick. Mr. Blue
: How many dicks is that? Mr. White
: A lot. Mr. Brown
: Then one day she meets this John Holmes motherfucker and it's like, whoa baby, I mean this cat is like Charles Bronson in the 'Great Escape', he's digging tunnels. Now, she's gettin' the serious dick action and she's feeling something she ain't felt since forever. Pain. Pain. Joe
: Chew? Toby Chew? Mr. Brown
: It hurts her. It shouldn't hurt her, you know, her pussy should be Bubble Yum by now, but when this cat fucks her it hurts. It hurts just like it did the first time. You see the pain is reminding a fuck machine what it once was like to be a virgin. Hence, 'Like a Virgin'. Joe
: This man set us up. Nice Guy Eddie
: Dad, I'm sorry, but I don't know what the hell's happening. Joe
: It's all right, Eddie. I do. Mr. White
: What the fuck are you talking about? Joe
: That lump of shit's working with the L.A.P.D. Mr. Orange
: Joe, I don't have the slightest fucking idea what you're talking about. Mr. White
: Joe, I don't know what you think you know, but you're wrong. Joe
: Like hell I am. Mr. White
: Joe, trust me on this. You've made a mistake. He's a good kid. I understand. You're hot, you're super fucking pissed. We're all real emotional. But you're barking up the wrong tree. I know this man. He wouldn't do that. Joe
: You don't know jack shit! I do! The cocksucker tipped off the cops and had Mr. Brown and Mr. Blue killed. Mr. Pink
: Mr. Blue is dead? Joe
: Dead as Dillinger. Mr. White
: How do you know all this?
: 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
] That's your proof? Joe
: You don't need proof when you have instinct.
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 Guy Eddie
: That I should have picked you up? Mr. Blonde
: No, that you got your head up your ass. I mean I walked in here and Joe's like, "Vic, thank god you're back. My son Eddie's a fuck-up. I mean I love the guy, but he's just flushin' everything down the toilet. He's ruining me." I mean that's what you said, right Joe? I'm not makin' this up. Joe
: I'm sorry you had to hear it like this Eddie. Vic asked me how business was, and you can't lie to a man who's done time for you. Nice Guy Eddie
: That's very true.
[he and Vic get into a wrestling contest
Nice Guy Eddie
: Let me say this out loud, 'cause I wanna get it straight in my head. You're saying that Mr. Blonde was gonna kill you, then when we got back, he was going kill us, take the satchel of diamonds, and scram. I'm right about that, right? That's correct? That's your story? Mr. Orange
: I swear on my mother's eternal soul that's what happened. Nice Guy Eddie
: The man you just killed was just released from prison. He got caught at a company warehouse full of hot items. He could've fuckin' walked. All he had to do was say my dad's name, but he didn't; he kept his fucking mouth shut. And did his fuckin' time, and he did it like a man. He did four years for us. So, Mr. Orange, you're tellin' me this very good friend of mine, who did four years for my father, who in four years never made a deal, no matter what they dangled in front of him, you're telling me that now, that now this man is free, and we're making good on our commitment to him, he's just gonna decide, out of the fucking blue, to rip us off? Why don't you tell me what really happened? Joe
: [walks in
] What the hell for? It'd just be more bullshit.
: Listen, I appreciate what, you guys are doin' for me, but I was wonderin' when I can come back and, you know, do some real work. Joe
: Well, that's hard to say, It's kind of a strange time now. Things are a little... Nice Guy Eddie
: They're a little fucked-up is what they are. Listen we got a big meetin' goin' down in Vegas right now. Joe
: Just let Eddie for now set you up in Long Beach, get you some cash, Get this Scagnetti fuck off your back, and then we can start talkin' okay? Huh? Nice Guy Eddie
: Listen daddy, I got an idea. Now just, hear me out. Now, I know you don't like usin' the boys on jobs like these, but Vic has been nothin' but good luck for us. The guy's a fuckin' rabbits foot for cryin' out loud. I'd like to have him in. You know he's reliable and you damn well know trust him. Joe
] How would you feel about pulling off a job with about five other guys? Mr. Blonde
: I'd feel great about it.
: All right ramblers, let's get rambling!
[after hearing Orange's smuggling story
: Only one thing to do in that case: shit in yer pants an' dive in and swim!
: Cough up a buck you cheap bastard.
: Give me that book. Mr. White
: Are you gonna put it away? Joe
: I'm gonna do whatever the fuck I want with it.
: 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 personally. That includes where you been, your wife's name, where you might've done time, or maybe a bank you robbed in St. Petersburg. All I want you guys to talk about, if you have to, is what you're going to do. That should do it. Here are your names...
[pointing to each respective member
: Mr. Brown, Mr. White, Mr. Blonde, Mr. Blue, Mr. Orange, and Mr. Pink. Mr. Pink
: Why am I Mr. Pink? Joe
: Because you're a faggot, alright?
: How does freedom feel? Mr. Blonde
: It's a change.
: So who's your parole officer? Mr. Blonde
: Seymour Scagnetti. Joe
: What's he like? Mr. Blonde
: He's a fuckin' asshole.
: [snatches Joe's address book
] Give me this fucking thing. Joe
: What do you think you're doing? Give me back my book! Mr. White
: I'm sick of fucking hearing it Joe, I'll give it back to you when we leave. Joe
: What do you mean, give it to me when we leave, give it back now. Mr. White
: For the past fifteen minutes, you've been droning on about names. Toby. Toby?
[flips pages in book
] Mr. White
: Toby? Toby Wong. Toby Wong? Toby Wong. Toby Chung? Fucking Charlie Chan. I got Madonna's big dick coming out of my left ear, and Toby the Jap... I don't know what - comin' out of my right.
[Joe counts the tip and finds it is a buck short
: Hey, who didn't throw in? Mr. Orange
: Mr. Pink. Joe
: Mr. Pink? Why not? Mr. Orange
: He don't tip. Joe
: He don't tip? Whaddaya mean you don't tip? Mr. Orange
: He don't believe in it. Joe
: Shut up!
: Hey, I've changed my mind. Shoot this piece of shit, will ya?
: Now listen up, Mr. Pink. There's two ways we can do this job. My way... or the highway!
: [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* Mr. Purple. Somebody from another job's Mr. Purple. You're Mr. Pink!
: Let's go to work.
: Hey, why am I Mr. Pink? Joe
: Because you're a faggot. Mr. Pink
: Why can't we pick our own colors? Joe
: No way, no way. Tried it once, doesn't work. You got four guys all fighting over who's gonna be Mr. Black, but they don't know each other, so nobody wants to back down. No way. I pick. You're Mr. Pink. Be thankful you're not Mr. Yellow. Mr. Brown
: Yeah, but Mr. Brown is a little too close to Mr. Shit. Mr. Pink
: Mr. Pink sounds like Mr. Pussy. How 'bout if I'm Mr. Purple? That sounds good to me. I'll be Mr. Purple. Joe
: You're not Mr. Purple. Some guy on some other job is Mr. Purple. Your Mr. PINK. Mr. White
: Who cares what your name is? Mr. Pink
: Yeah, that's easy for your to say, you're Mr. White. You have a cool-sounding name. Alright look, if it's no big deal to be Mr. Pink, you wanna trade? Joe
: Hey! NOBODY'S trading with ANYBODY. This ain't a goddamn, fucking city council meeting, you know. Now listen up, Mr. Pink. There's two ways you can go on this job: my way or the highway. Now what's it gonna be, Mr. Pink? Mr. Pink
: Jesus Christ, Joe, fucking forget about it. It's beneath me. I'm Mr. Pink. Let's move on. Joe
: I'll move on when I feel like it... All you guys got the goddamn message?... I'm so goddamn mad, hollering at you guys I can hardly talk. Pssh. Let's go to work.
: [Mr. Pink throws his tip on the table
] All right, but normally I would never do this. Joe
: Never mind what you *normally* would do.