Val Kilmer: Chris Shiherlis
Chris Shiherlis : For me the sun rises and sets with her, man.
Neil McCauley : L.A.P.D. Gee, what, where the fuck did this heat come from?
Chris Shiherlis : Maybe it's the score they were onto, the place, not us. 'Cause it's been hit a couple of times, you know, or something?
Neil McCauley : Assume they got our phones, assume they got our houses, assume they got us, right here, right now as we sit, everything. Assume it all.
Neil McCauley : Chris. Hey - Chris. Listen to me. Nate's gonna pick you up. He's gonna take you to his place.
Chris Shiherlis : Where's Charlene?
Neil McCauley : We gotta get outta here. We're all over the six o'clock news. We gotta get outta here.
Chris Shiherlis : I'm not going with... out her.
Neil McCauley : Think about that. I will meet you at Nate's.
Chris Shiherlis : Where're you going?
Neil McCauley : I gotta find out if our out got spilled along with every other damn thing.
Chris Shiherlis : Who did it?
Neil McCauley : Who wasn't there? Trejo. - I'll see you at Nate's.
[the armored car is approaching the robbers]
Trejo : Here we go.
[McCauley starts to perform a three-point turn with the ambulance, to block the armored car. Shiherlis and Waingro start up their tow truck, and speed towards the stopped car. The driver looks up just as the truck broadsides the car, turning it over. The car skids across the parking lot of a rental car dealer, crushing several cars. As the dust settles, the men put on hockey masks and come out, guns drawn, and Chris starts hammering an explosive charge into the rear doors]
Armoured Guard : [into his radio] 211! 211! We're being held up!
[as the men stand guard, Shiherlis listens to the police scanner]
Police Scanner : 211, armored car...
[Shiherlis picks up his radio]
Chris Shiherlis : There's the call. Three minutes.
[He starts the clock and tosses it to McCauley]
Chris Shiherlis : Clear!
[He presses the detonator several times, setting off the explosive charge. The blast blows open the truck's back doors, and shatters a row of windows on all of the cars in the parking lot. He then pulls the guards out of the truck, and Waingro takes them hostage. Shiherlis goes into the truck and locates the sheets of bearer bonds. As they wait, Waingro keeps the guards frozen in place by holding a Star Megastar handgun on them, and McCauley checks the time, while Trejo deploys a spike strip across the street]
Neil McCauley : 80 seconds left!
Waingro : [to the guards] Get back. Get back!
[pistol-whips the first guard. Cheritto gives him a disapproving look]
Michael Cheritto : Hey slick, see that shit comin' outta their ears? They can't fucking hear you! Cool it!
[Shiherlis finds the last of the sheets he needs, and exits the armored car]
Chris Shiherlis : All right guys! Let's go!
[Waingro continues to train his gun on the guards]
Waingro : You had to fuck with me.
Waingro : You wanna fuck with me?
[shoots the first guard in the head. The second guard starts to reach for his ankle holster, and McCauley empties his gun into the guard's chest. Cheritto trains his gun on the third guard. With a nod from McCauley, Cheritto gives the guard a double tap to the chest. He then steps up and delivers a final shot to the head]
Chris Shiherlis : [to Neil with the rest of their crew present, next to their van] How are we going fund the bank job?
Neil McCauley : I'll front that that's not a problem
Michael Cheritto : what the hell happens to Van Zant's seven fifty?
Neil McCauley : With the heat we got now you want to play world war two in the streets with Van Zant?
Michael Cheritto : No I want my seven fifty he gets a pass?
Neil McCauley : I got more motivation to whack Van Zant than either of you right now he is a fucking luxury
Michael Cheritto : I'll roll with you Neil whatever
Neil McCauley : No not on this one, on this one you're on your own
Michael Cheritto : You figure this is the best thing to do?
Neil McCauley : I got plans I'm going away after this for me the reward is worth the stretch but Elaine takes good care of you, you got plenty put away, T-Bonds real estate if I were you I would be smart, I'd cut loose of this
Chris Shiherlis : The bank is worth the risk. I need it, brother. We should stay and take it down.
Neil McCauley : [in Neil's living room. referring to the jobs they pulled] with everything we've been doing?
Chris Shiherlis : Vegas and Super bowl cleaned me out
Neil McCauley : You got something else on the side?
Chris Shiherlis : Nothing regular.
Neil McCauley : Charlene got something else on the side?
Chris Shiherlis : No.
Neil McCauley : You sure?
Chris Shiherlis : Yeah I'm sure
Chris Shiherlis : [after seeing Charlene signaling him, warning him it was a trap to arrest him, to the Basketball Player] Hey man, do you any place to get something to eat around here?
Basketball Player : [while pointing to the direction of the restaurant] Yeah, Baresse restaurant, on Dell Avenue, it's right over there.
Chris Shiherlis : [over radio with Neal, hiding on the the roof of the concession stand at the abandoned drive-in movie theater, warning him of where the shooter is] behind you on the right.
Charlene Shiherlis : It's because I'm married to a gambling junkie who won't listen
Chris Shiherlis : Get in the fucking car
Charlene Shiherlis : What am I doing in this rat bastard relationship?
Chris Shiherlis : What do you want from me? Leave the bank book, the car keys and the kitchen on your way out the door
Charlene Shiherlis : You keep that up and Dominic will go with me