Harvey Keitel credited as playing...
Mr. White • Larry
- Mr. Blonde: Hey Joe, you want me to shoot this guy?
- Mr. White: [laughs] Shit... You shoot me in a dream, you better wake up and apologize.
- Mr. Pink: Hey, why am I Mr. Pink?
- Joe: Because you're a faggot, alright?
- Mr. Pink: Why can't we pick our own colors?
- Joe: No way, no way. Tried it once, it doesn't work. You get four guys all fighting over who's gonna be Mr. Black, but they don't know each other, so nobody wants to back down. No way. I pick. You're Mr. Pink. Be thankful you're not Mr. Yellow.
- Mr. Brown: Yeah, but Mr. Brown, that's a little too close to Mr. Shit.
- Mr. Pink: Mr. Pink sounds like Mr. Pussy. How 'bout if I'm Mr. Purple? That sounds good to me. I'll be Mr. Purple.
- Joe: You're not Mr. Purple. Some guy on some other job is Mr. Purple. Your Mr. PINK.
- Mr. White: Who cares what your name is?
- Mr. Pink: Yeah, that's easy for your to say, you're Mr. White. You have a cool-sounding name. Alright look, if it's no big deal to be Mr. Pink, do you wanna trade?
- Joe: Hey! NOBODY'S trading with ANYBODY. This ain't a goddamn, fucking city council meeting, you know? Now listen up, Mr. Pink. There's two ways you can go on this job: my way or the highway. Now what's it gonna be, Mr. Pink?
- Mr. Pink: Jesus Christ, Joe, fucking forget about it. It's beneath me. I'm Mr. Pink. Let's move on.
- Joe: I'll move on when I feel like it... All you guys got the goddamn message?... I'm so goddamn mad, hollering at you guys I can hardly talk. Pssh. Let's go to work.
- Joe: [points at Mr. Orange] This man set us up.
- Nice Guy Eddie: Dad, I'm sorry, but I don't know what the hell's happening.
- Joe: It's all right, Eddie. I do.
- Mr. White: What the fuck are you talking about?
- Joe: That lump of shit's working with the L.A.P.D.
- Mr. Orange: Joe, I don't have the slightest fucking idea what you're talking about.
- Mr. White: Joe, I don't know what you think you know, but you're wrong.
- Joe: Like hell I am.
- Mr. White: Joe, trust me on this. You've made a mistake. He's a good kid. I understand. You're hot, you're super fucking pissed. We're all real emotional. But you're barking up the wrong tree. I know this man. He wouldn't do that.
- Joe: You don't know jack shit! I do! The cocksucker tipped off the cops and had Mr. Brown and Mr. Blue killed.
- Mr. Pink: Mr. Blue is dead?
- Joe: Dead as Dillinger.
- Mr. White: How do you know all this?
- Mr. White: [snatches Joe's address book] Give me this fucking thing.
- Joe: What do you think you're doing? Give me back my book!
- Mr. White: I'm sick of fucking hearing it Joe, I'll give it back to you when we leave.
- Joe: What do you mean, give it to me when we leave, give it back now.
- Mr. White: For the past fifteen minutes, you've been droning on about names. Toby. Toby?
- [flips pages in book]
- Mr. White: Toby? Toby Wong. Toby Wong? Toby Wong. Toby Chung? Fucking Charlie Chan. I got Madonna's big dick coming out of my left ear, and Toby the Jap... I don't know what - comin' out of my right.
- [first lines]
- Mr. Brown: Let me tell you what 'Like a Virgin' is about. It's all about a girl who digs a guy with a big dick. The entire song. It's a metaphor for big dicks.
- Mr. Blonde: No, no. It's about a girl who is very vulnerable. She's been fucked over a few times. Then she meets some guy who's really sensitive...
- Mr. Brown: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... Time out Greenbay. Tell that fucking bullshit to the tourists.
- Joe: Toby... Who the fuck is Toby? Toby...
- Mr. Brown: 'Like a Virgin' is not about this sensitive girl who meets a nice fella. That's what "True Blue" is about, now, granted, no argument about that.
- Mr. Orange: Which one is 'True Blue'?
- Nice Guy Eddie: 'True Blue' was a big ass hit for Madonna. I don't even follow this Tops In Pops shit, and I've at least heard of "True Blue".
- Mr. Orange: Look, asshole, I didn't say I ain't heard of it. All I asked was how does it go? Excuse me for not being the world's biggest Madonna fan.
- Mr. Blonde: Personally, I can do without her.
- Mr. Blue: I like her early stuff. You know, 'Lucky Star', 'Borderline' - but once she got into her 'Papa Don't Preach' phase, I don't know, I tuned out.
- Mr. Brown: Hey, you guys are making me lose my... train of thought here. I was saying something, what was it?
- Joe: Oh, Toby was this Chinese girl, what was her last name?
- Mr. White: What's that?
- Joe: I found this old address book in a jacket I ain't worn in a coon's age. What was that name?
- Mr. Brown: What the fuck was I talking about?
- Mr. Pink: You said 'True Blue' was about a nice girl, a sensitive girl who meets a nice guy, and that 'Like a Virgin' was a metaphor for big dicks.
- Mr. Brown: Lemme tell you what 'Like a Virgin' is about. It's all about this cooze who's a regular fuck machine, I'm talking morning, day, night, afternoon, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick.
- Mr. Blue: How many dicks is that?
- Mr. White: A lot.
- Mr. Brown: Then one day she meets this John Holmes motherfucker and it's like, whoa baby, I mean this cat is like Charles Bronson in the 'Great Escape', he's digging tunnels. Now, she's gettin' the serious dick action and she's feeling something she ain't felt since forever. Pain. Pain.
- Joe: Chew? Toby Chew?
- Mr. Brown: It hurts her. It shouldn't hurt her, you know, her pussy should be Bubble Yum by now, but when this cat fucks her it hurts. It hurts just like it did the first time. You see the pain is reminding a fuck machine what it once was like to be a virgin. Hence, 'Like a Virgin'.
- Joe: Wong?
- Mr. Blonde: What's this guy's problem?
- Mr. White: Yeah I got a problem! I got a *big* fuckin' problem. Fuckin' trigger happy madman almost get's me shot!
- Mr. Pink: What the fuck are you talking about?
- Mr. White: That fuckin' shooting spree! In the store remember?
- Mr. Blonde: Oh fuck 'em. They set off the alarm. They deserved what they got.
- Mr. White: You almost killed me! Asshole! If I knew what kind of a guy you were I never would've agreed to work with you!
- Mr. Blonde: Are you gonna bark all day little doggie? Or are you gonna bite?
- Mr. White: What was that? I'm sorry I didn't catch it. Would you repeat it?
- Mr. Blonde: Are you gonna bark all day little doggie? Or are you gonna bite?
- [Mr. White lunges for Mr. Blonde who fights back. Mr. Pink steps in between them]
- Mr. Pink: You two assholes, calm the fuck down! Hey, come on! What are we on a playground here? Am I the only professional? You're actin' like a bunch of fuckin' niggers man. Did you ever work with niggers? Just like you two always saying they're gonna kill each other!
- Mr. White: You said yourself you thought about takin' him out!
- Mr. Blonde: You fuckin' said that?
- Mr. Pink: Yeah, I did, okay? But that was then! Right now this guy is the only I completely trust. He's too fuckin' homicidal to be workin' with the cops.
- Mr. White: You takin' his side?
- Mr. Pink: Fuck sides man what we need here is a little solidarity! Somebody's stickin' a red hot poker up our asses and I wanna know who's name's on the handle. Fuck. Look I know I'm no peice of shit.
- [He turns to Mr. White]
- Mr. Pink: And I'm pretty sure you're okay.
- [He turns to Mr. Blonde]
- Mr. Pink: And I'm fuckin' positive you're on the level. So let's just try and figure out who the bad guy is, all right?
- Mr. Orange: What happens if the manager won't give you the diamonds?
- Mr. White: When you're dealing with a store like this, they're insured up the ass. They're not supposed to give you any resistance whatsoever. If you get a customer, or an employee, who thinks he's Charles Bronson, take the butt of your gun and smash their nose in. Everybody jumps. He falls down screaming, blood squirts out of his nose, nobody says fucking shit after that. You might get some bitch talk shit to you, but give her a look like you're gonna smash her in the face next, watch her shut the fuck up. Now if it's a manager, that's a different story. Managers know better than to fuck around, so if you get one that's giving you static, he probably thinks he's a real cowboy, so you gotta break that son of a bitch in two. If you wanna know something and he won't tell you, cut off one of his fingers. The little one. Then tell him his thumb's next. After that he'll tell you if he wears ladies underwear. I'm hungry. Let's get a taco.
- Mr. Pink: [walks in] Was that a fucking set up or what?
- Mr. Orange: Fucking right.
- [sees a bloodied Mr. Orange lying on the floor]
- Mr. Pink: Shit! Orange got tagged?
- Mr. White: Gut shot.
- Mr. Pink: Fuck! Where's, uh, Brown?
- Mr. White: Dead.
- Mr. Pink: How'd he die?
- Mr. White: How the fuck do you think? The cops shot him.
- Mr. Pink: This is bad. This is so fucking bad. Is it bad?
- Mr. White: As opposed to good?
- Mr. Pink: Man, this is fucked up. This is so fucked up. Somebody fucked us up big time, man.
- Mr. White: You really think we were set up?
- Mr. Pink: Do you even doubt it, man? I don't THINK we got set up, I KNOW we got set up! I mean, really, seriously, where did all those cops come from, huh? One minute they're not there, the next minute they're there? I didn't hear any sirens. The alarm went off, okay. When an alarm goes off, you got an average of four minutes response time. Unless a patrol car is cruising that street, at that particular moment, you got four minutes before they can realistically respond. In one minute there were seventeen blue boys out there. All loaded for bear, all knowing exactly what the fuck they were doing, and they were all just there! Remember that second wave that showed up in the cars? Okay, those were the ones responding to the alarm, but those first motherfuckers, I'm telling you man, they were there and they were waiting for us. Haven't you fucking thought about this?
- [the shot Mr. Orange knows some things about Mr. White]
- Mr. White: Well, he knows a little about me.
- Mr. Pink: What? W-Wait. You didn't tell him your name, did you?
- Mr. White: I told him my first name, and where I was from.
- Mr. Pink: Why?
- Mr. White: I told him where I was from a few days ago. It was just a natural conversation.
- Mr. Pink: And what was tellin' him your name when you weren't supposed to?
- Mr. White: He asked.
- [pause]
- Mr. White: We had just gotten away from the cops. He just got shot. It was my fault he got shot. He's a fuckin' bloody mess - he's screaming. I swear to god, I thought he was gonna die right then and there. I'm tryin' to comfort him, telling him not to worry, everything's gonna be okay, I'm gonna take care of him. And he asked me what my name was. I mean, the man was dyin' in my arms. What the fuck was I supposed to do? Tell him: "Sorry, I can't give out that fuckin' information! It's against the rules! I don't trust you enough!"? Or maybe I should've, but I couldn't! Fuck you and fuck Joe!
- Mr. Pink: [sarcastically] Oh, I'm sure it was a beautiful scene between you...
- Mr. White: DON'T FUCKING PATRONIZE ME!
- Mr. White: [fighting over what to do with the dying Mr. Orange] If I have to tell you again to back off, you an' me are gonna go round and round.
- Mr. Pink: We ain't taking him to a hospital.
- Mr. White: If we don't, he'll die!
- Mr. Pink: And I'm very sad about that, but some fellas are lucky, and some ain't.
- Mr. White: [shoving Mr. Pink] That fuckin' did it!
- Mr. Pink: Don't you fuckin' touch me, man!
- Mr. White: [punches Mr. Pink. He falls and Mr. White proceeds to kick him across the floor] You little motherfucker!
- Mr. Pink: [rolling over and pulling out a gun] You wanna fuck with me? I'll show ya who you're fuckin' with!
- Mr. White: [aiming his gun at Mr. Pink's face] You wanna shoot me, you little piece of shit? Take a shot!
- Mr. Pink: Fuck you, White! I didn't create the situation, I'm just dealin' with it! You're acting like a first year fucking theif - I'm acting like a professional! If they get him, they can get you. They get you, they get closer to me, and that can't happen! And you, motherfucker, are lookin' at me like it's MY fault. I didn't tell him my name. I didn't tell him where I was from. I didn't tell him what I knew better than NOT to tell him! Fuck, fifteen minutes ago you almost told me your name! You, buddy, are stuck in a situation YOU created. So, if you wanna throw bad looks somewhere, throw 'em at a mirror!
- Mr. Pink: [about Mr. Blonde] He seems okay now, but he was crazy in the store.
- Mr. White: This is what he was doing...
- [mimics randomly shooting innocent bystanders]
- Mr. White: Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
- Mr. Blonde: Yeah, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam. I told 'em not to touch the alarm... but they touched it. If they hadn't done what I told 'em not to do, they'd still be alive.
- Mr. White: [clapping] My fucking hero.
- Mr. Blonde: [taking a bow] Thanks.
- Mr. White: That's your excuse for going on a kill-crazy rampage?
- Mr. Blonde: I don't like alarms, Mr. White.
- Mr. Orange: [telling the Commode Story] This is a very weird situation. 'Cause I don't know if you remember back in '86 there was a major fucking drought. Nobody had anything. People were living on resin... smoking the wood in their pipes for months. This chick had a bunch. And she's begging me to sell it. So I told her I wasn't going to be Joe the potman anymore, but I would take a little bit and sell it to my close, close, close friends. She agreed to that, said we'd keep the same arrangement as before; 10%, free pot for me, as long as I helped her out that weekend. She had a brick of weed she was selling, she didn't want to go to the buy alone. Her brother usually goes with her, but he's in county unexpectedly.
- Mr. White: What for?
- Mr. Orange: His traffic tickets. Got a warrant. They stopped him for something, found warrants on him, took him to county. Now she doesn't walk around alone with all that weed. I don't want to do this. I have a very bad feeling about it. But she keeps asking me, keeps asking me, keeps asking me, finally I said OK 'cause I'm sick of hearing it. Now, we're picking the guy up at the train station...
- Nice Guy Eddie: Wait a minute. You go to the train station to pick up the buyer with the weed on you?
- Mr. Orange: The guy needed it right away. Don't ask me why. Anyway, we're get to the station and we're waiting for the guy. I'm carrying the weed in one of those little carry-on bags. I got to take a piss. So I tell the connection I'll be right back, I'm going to the boys' room. So I walk in the mens' room, and who's standing there? Four Los Angeles county sheriffs and a German shepherd.
- Nice Guy Eddie: They're waiting for you?
- Mr. Orange: No, they're just a bunch of cops hanging out in the men's room, talking. When I walked through the door, they all stopped what they were talking about and they looked at me.
- Mr. White: [laughs] That's hard, man. That's a fucking hard situation.
- Mr. Orange: German shepherd starts barking. He's barking at me. I mean, it's obvious. He's barking at me. Every nerve-ending, all my senses, blood in my veins, everything I have is screaming, "Take off, man! Just bail, just get the fuck out of there!" Panic hits me like a bucket of water. First there's the shock of it... -BAM!... -right in the face. I'm standing there drenched in panic. All these sheriffs looking at me, and they know, man. They can smell it. Sure as that fucking dog can, they can smell it on me.
- Mr. White: The choice between doing ten years and taking out some stupid motherfucker, ain't no choice at all. But I ain't no madman.
- Mr. Pink: We still gotta get out of here.
- Mr. Blonde: We're gonna sit here and wait.
- Mr. White: For what, the cops?
- Mr. Blonde: Nice Guy Eddie.
- Mr. Pink: Nice Guy Eddie? What makes you think he isn't on a plane half way to Costa Rica?
- Mr. Blonde: 'Cause I talked to him on the phone a few minutes ago and he said he was on his way down here.
- Mr. White: You talked to Nice Guy Eddie? Why the fuck didn't you say that in the first place?
- Mr. Blonde: You didn't ask.
- Mr. White: [sarcastic] Hardy fuckin' har.
- [Joe pulls out his gun and aims it at Mr. Orange; in response, Mr. White pulls out his gun and aims it at Joe; Eddie pulls out his gun and aims it at Mr. White]
- Nice Guy Eddie: [quietly] Have you lost your fuckin' mind?
- Mr. White: [ignores Eddie, his gaze is fixed on Joe] Joe, you're making a terrible mistake. I'm not gonna let you make it.
- Mr. Pink: Come on, guys! Nobody wants this! We're supposed to be fucking professionals!
- Nice Guy Eddie: [quietly] Larry, look. It's been quite a long time. A lot of jobs. There's no need for this, man. Let's just put our guns down, and let's settle this with a fuckin' conversation.
- Mr. White: [still ignores Eddie, his gaze is fixed on Joe] Joe, if you kill that man, you die next. I repeat: if you kill that man, you die next.
- Nice Guy Eddie: [quietly] Larry, we have been friends, and you respect my dad, and I respect you, but I will put fucking bullets right through your heart. You put that fuckin' gun down, now.
- Mr. White: [still ignores Eddie, his gaze is fixed on Joe] Goddamn you, Joe. Don't make me do this.
- Nice Guy Eddie: [losing his nerves, he yells angrily] LARRY, STOP POINTING THAT FUCKIN' GUN AT MY DAD!
- [Joe shoots Mr. Orange; Mr. White shoots and kills Joe; Eddie shoots Mr. White; Mr. White quickly shoots and kills Eddie, then collapses near Mr. Orange, both of them are injured but still alive. Mr. Pink, who has been hiding under a ramp during the shootout, looks around, walks to Mr. Blonde's body, takes the bag with the loot and exits the warehouse]