Mac: Rule number one: never carry a gun. If you carry a gun you may be tempted to use it. Rule number two: never trust a naked woman.
Gin: I said this is called entrapment.
Mac: No, actually it's called blackmail. Entrapment is what cops do to thieves.
Mac: This is it? Whatever happened to money? I mean where is the good old-fashioned loot?
Mac: Believe me, I was prepared for everything - except you.
Aaron Thibadeaux: Well, this looks like the end of a terrible friendship.
Mac: In order for there to be complete trust between thieves, there can be nothing personal.
Mac: I'm never late. If I'm late it's because I'm dead.
Mac: You know what they say about fear. The only remedy is to cut off the head.
Mac: I don't like surprises.
Gin: Trust me, there won't be any.
Mac: Trust me, there always are surprises.
Aaron Thibadeaux: Wanna tell me why my Jaguar looks like you drove it off a fuckin' cliff?
Mac: Thibadeaux, I'm awfully sorry.
Aaron Thibadeaux: You own me 140 G's.
Mac: How about a $40 million Chinese mask?
Gin: I stole the Rembrandt.
Gin: Mac! I stole the Rembrandt.
Mac: ...and I painted the Sistine Chapel.
Gin: Oh come on! Ask me how I did it.
Mac: So how'd you do it?
Gin: I came in from the roof. I dropped twenty floors down on a McNeel descender.
Mac: Well, you must be one hell of a climber.
Gin: I am a hell of a climber.
[begins to scale the side of the room]
Gin: I am, one, hell of a climber.
Gin: Preparing pressure switch neutralization device.
[removes chewing gum from her mouth and covers the pressure switch with it]
[a train passes and Gin appears on the opposite platform]
Mac: How did you do it?
Gin: I jumped trains mid-station. When the train slowed down I just... It was perfect.
Mac: Was it now?
Gin: [starts walking along the platform] You know what, Mac? I don't want to hold the record alone.
Gin: I need your help on another job.
Mac: Wow. The crown jewels or something?
Gin: [smiling] No! Come on! Too easy.
[a train passes and Mac disappears off the opposite platform]
Gin: [calls] Mac?
Mac: [appears behind Gin] What?
Gin: [turns around smiling] So what do you think?
Mac: About what?
Gin: About my idea?
Mac: [gives it quick thought] It's doable.
[Gin grabs Mac and he embraces her; another train passes and they disappear off the platform, appearing on board the train]