Grifters

Myra Langtry:
I have only one thing now. Are you interested?

Jeweler:
Well, I'd have to see it, of course.

Myra Langtry:
You are seeing it. You're looking right at it.

Jeweler:
I see.

Simms:
Put it this way, now. Say I rent to a woman, well, she has to have a room with a bath. I insist on it, because otherwise she's got the hall bath tied up all the time, washing her goddamn hair and her clothes and everything she can think of...

Simms:
If you keep out the women in the first place, see, you keep out the hookers, and then you keep out the cops, and that's how you have a clean place.

Irv:
Bobo wants you to go on to Delmar.

Lilly Dillon:
Delmar? I never go out to California. That's a thousand miles from here.

Irv:
Nine hundred. Bobo needs somebody to handle playback this time. Come on, Lilly, you don't argue with Bobo.

Lilly Dillon:
I know.

Irv:
Take two, three days. Call when you get there.

Lilly Dillon:
Maybe I'll swing around Los Ang gleez on the way.

Doctor:
The ambulance is on the way, for what good it will do.

Lilly Dillon:
What? He's going to be all right!

Doctor:
Mrs. Dillon, your son was in some sort of accident. He's had an internal hemorrhage, he's bleeding to death inside.

Lilly Dillon:
Well, make it stop!

Doctor:
His blood pressure is under a hundred. I don't think he'll live to get to the hospital.

Lilly Dillon:
You know who I work for.

Doctor:
Yes, yes, but that's -

Lilly Dillon:
My son will be all right. If he isn't, I'll have you killed.

Bobo Justus:
One question. Do you want to stick to that story, or do you want to keep your teeth?

Lilly Dillon:
I want to keep my teeth.

Cole:
Mister Hebbing, we are talking about breaking the law here, I want to be sure you understand that. No one gets hurt, but the law does get broken.

Hebbing:
Well, that's what the law's for, isn't it?

Roy Dillon:
Maybe I like it where I am.

Myra Langtry:
Well, maybe I don't! I had ten good years with Cole, and I want them back! I gotta have a partner! I looked and I looked and believe me, brother, I kissed a lot of f***ing frogs, and you're my prince!

Lilly Dillon:
Well, sure, Roy. You want me to drive up - ? Okay, fine, come on down. It won't be a home-cooked meal, you know.

Roy Dillon:
Well, that's good news.

Roy Dillon:
It's great to get away, isn't it? Take some time off. Next week, I'll be back to work.

Myra Langtry:
You already went back to work.

Roy Dillon:
What?

Myra Langtry:
I watched you, working the tat on those sailor boys.

Roy Dillon:
Working the what?

Myra Langtry:
Oh, come on, Roy, the tat. What you do for a living.

Roy Dillon:
I'm a salesman.

Myra Langtry:
You're on the grift, same as me.

Roy Dillon:
Myra, I'm not following you.

Myra Langtry:
Roy, you're a short-con operator... and a good one, I think. Don't talk to me like I'm another square!

Roy Dillon:
You talk the lingo. What's your pitch?

Myra Langtry:
The long end, big con.

Roy Dillon:
Nobody does that single-o.

Myra Langtry:
I was teamed ten years with the best in the business, Cole Langley.

Roy Dillon:
I've heard the name.

Myra Langtry:
It was beautiful! And getting better all the time.

Roy Dillon:
Is that right?

Myra Langtry:
It is, Roy. It's where you should be. What do you bring in, $300, $400 a week? We used money like that for tips!