Small Time Crooks (2000)
Ray: Ever heard of the Polish carpool? Every day they meet at work.
Officer Ken Deloach: Hey, you're new here, huh?
May Sloane: Not really. This is my first day.
Ray: Your cousin May is dumb like a horse, or a dog or something.
Ray: Remember my nickname when we were in the joint?
Benny: The Brain?
Ray: The Brain. That's what the guys used to call me, right?
Benny: But, Ray! That was sarcastic!
Benny: You know what I say? She gets a share, but not a full share.
Tommy: I'd go for that. Yeah.
Denny: Yeah, what if we each get a fourth and she gets, like, a third?
Benny: What are you? Nuts? Then she'd be getting more than us!
Denny: How do you figure?
Benny: Where are you gonna get four fourths and a third? Can't you add?
Denny: I don't do fractions, all right?
Ray: What the hell are you gonna do with a flower shop?
Benny: Burn it down.
Ray: What do you mean, "burn it down"? You're still burning stuff down for insurance?
Benny: I burn everything. That's how I sent two kids through college.
Frenchy: Well, I wanna be the real thing! And you better wise up, 'cause if I grow and you stay as stupid as you are, we're gonna have big problems, Ray!
Ray: Yeah! But no museums, 'cause I'm not going to museums. The pictures spook me out... the virgins...
Frenchy: [Frenchy laughs hysterically] Ha ha ha! Spooked by the virgins! Ha ha ha! Sorry...
Ray: Work on the laugh, Frenchy!
[Frenchy laughs again, snorts, then stops]
Frenchy: Well I wanna be the real thing! and you better wise up coz if grow and you stay as stupid as you are we're gonna have big problems Ray!
[Frenchy learns her accountants have looted all her assets]
Frenchy: This is the worst news...
Frenchy's Lawyer: Oh, no. No, Mrs. Winkler, it's not.
Frenchy: No? Well, it is to me!
Frenchy's Lawyer: No, the worst news is coming up.
Frenchy: [on her company's expansion] That's right, yeah. We've been planning it for months. Yeah?
Frenchy's Lawyer: In order to do that, you needed a bank loan. Are you aware of that? Quite a substantial loan.
Frenchy: Get to the point. What.
Frenchy's Lawyer: They asked you to sign a promissory note to the bank.
Frenchy: You're speaking to the wrong person. This is exactly what I got accountants for.
Frenchy's Lawyer: Yes, but unfortunately, your accountants are in Venezuela.
Frenchy: This is all so confusing!
Frenchy's Lawyer: Frances, you put up your home and savings as a note for a monster loan.
Frenchy: [pauses, then holds out her whiskey glass] Could you put a touch of cyanide in here? It needs to be a little stronger.
Frenchy's Lawyer: You've lost it all, Frenchy. Or should I say, you've been swindled out of it all.
Frenchy: You mean I got...?
Frenchy's Lawyer: Nothing, Mrs. Winkler. You have nothing. No... no house, no bank account, just a couple of large, outstanding loans which we feel you can best deal with by filing for bankruptcy.
Frenchy: Bankruptcy? Bankruptcy? I'm not up to the B-words yet!
Denny: Ray really is a genius, Frenchy.
Frenchy: Compared to you, this chair is a genius, Denny.
Ray: It's Louie the 14th, or Louie the 15th. I don't know how high the Louie's go, actually.
Frenchy: They say I have a flare for decorating. Watch this, the carpet lights up. Steven, what's with the snails?