Andrew 'Andy' Hanson: The thing about real estate accounting is that you can, you can, add down the page or across the page and everything works out. Everyday, everything adds up. The, the total is always the sum of its parts. It's, uh, clean. It's clear. Neat, absolute. But my life, it, uh, it doesn't add up. It, uh... Nothing connects to anything else. It's, uh... I'm not, I'm not the sum of my parts. All my parts don't add up to one... to one me, I guess.
Justin: Get a shrink or a wife.
Andrew 'Andy' Hanson: Uh, I got a wife.
Justin: Get a shrink.
Andrew 'Andy' Hanson: I've seen heaven, Gina. it's a nice place to stay.
Andrew 'Andy' Hanson: [to Hank] How are we gonna fix it so your shit doesn't fall on my shoes?
Henry 'Hank' Hanson: [Bobby switches from folk music on the radio to heavy metal] What the fuck is this?
Bobby Lasorda: You can listen to that faggoty shit all the way home. Right now, I got to get into character.
Dex: You don't look happy. Mind if I call you "Groucho"?
Andrew 'Andy' Hanson: No, I don't mind.
Andrew 'Andy' Hanson: We don't want Tiffany's. We want a Mom and Pop operation, in a busy place, on a Saturday when the week's takes go in the safe. We both worked there. We know the safe combinations. We know the burglar alarm signals. We know where everything is. I figure, between the week's take, the jewelry and the cases, the vault, there's a $500,000 haul. I figure probably six. The old dumb old lady that works there, she's alone till noon. She's not going to be a problem.
Henry 'Hank' Hanson: Andy...
Andrew 'Andy' Hanson: Yeah?
Henry 'Hank' Hanson: That's mom and dad's store.
Andrew 'Andy' Hanson: That's what I said. A Mom and Pop operation.
Henry 'Hank' Hanson: You're a prick.
Andrew 'Andy' Hanson: I always was.
Martha Hanson: [discussing their daughter's little league baseball game] You didn't feed her junk, did you?
Henry 'Hank' Hanson: No.
Martha Hanson: I don't want her to develop bad eating habits. She looks puffy.
Henry 'Hank' Hanson: She doesn't look puffy. You look puffy.
Martha Hanson: Fuck you!