Disorganized Crime (1989)
Carlos Barrios: Only $600 dollars, not enough.
Max Green: We need another $900.
Carlos Barrios: Why don't we just take out a loan?
Max Green: We can hit one more.
Carlos Barrios: Are you out of your mind? We're going to get nailed.
Max Green: This isn't Miami, you know. Every cop they have'll be swarming over that market. If we hit another right now they won't be ready.
Carlos Barrios: They won't be ready? I'm not ready! I haven't done this since I was 17!
Max Green: Any of you got toothpaste.
Nick Bartkowski: Yes.I got some fucking toothpaste!
Ray Forgy: What's his problem.
Carlos Barrios: I don't know.I think he wanted to kill me.
Carlos Barrios: [about sleeping man in backseat] Who's he? You seem to know everybody here, who's he then.
Ray Forgy: Don't know him.
Carlos Barrios: You don't know him?
Ray Forgy: Nope.
Carlos Barrios: I don't know him either.
Max Green: Me neither.
Carlos Barrios: [They stare at the man] Guess it's not fair not knowing who he is now that he knows who we are.
Nick Bartkowski: [man wakes up] Guess I'm not as famous as you guys. Nick Bartowski. Glad to meet you. Now we can be best friends. Well wake me when we get there then I'll get your fucking autographs.
Nick Bartkowski: Now what about getting inside?
Carlos Barrios: The place next door is a real-estate office. We pick the lock. We get in, and go through the wall. It is made of brick, like your brain. It's one foot thick, two layers.
George Denver: [George is crossing river when he loses his clothes] AH AH AH AH AH! My fucking clothes! In the fucking river!
Bill Lonigan: [chasing after clothes] Ah shit.
George Denver: Son of a BITCH!